octoberink:The day had come. Her final day. Her final moments. She could barely see the massive, sca
octoberink:The day had come. Her final day. Her final moments. She could barely see the massive, scaly body that surrounded her in the darkness. She could hear the way his scales gripped the earth to slither about. His deadly eyes trained on her. His poisonous fangs dripped with hunger and anticipation. His massive presence made her heart pound mercilessly in her chest, and echo in her ears. Her body shook violently with fear. But she had found the strength to hold back her tears. Tears of horror. Of sorrow.“Do you know why they call thissss a tomb?”His voice trembled the bones in her body, causing a shiver to race down her spine. Was she supposed to answer? She was only the sacrifice. The savior for her people.“Ansssswer me, sssslave.”She swallowed away as much fear as she could before taking in a deep breath. “I d-don’t know.”His low chuckle seemed to rumble the cavern. It bounced off the walls in a chilling echo. “Tombssss…are the final desssstination. There’ssss no esssscape.”The way he slowly spoke and slithered around her brought her fear to new heights. She just wanted this to be over. It was torture just waiting for him to strike. To end her life.“Thissss is your tomb,” he went on. “Like the many before you. Your blood shall sssspare your pathetic people for another year. Then,” he paused as his massive body curled in closer on her position. “Another will be ssssacrificed to me. And another…and another. Until all of your people are gone.”She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his presence inches away from her. His chin lightly bumped her shoulder, forcing out a small whimper. She could feel the wave of his warm breath wash over her, summoning a gust of goosebumps.“It has certainly been a while ssssince I’ve had a female sssslave offered to me,” he whispered. “And a rather pretty one, too.”She flinched at the warm touch of his large finger when he caressed her hair. Her quivering breath came out in small gasps of horror at what was about to happen.“Your crimson sssstrandssss will ssssave your people for another year,” he murmured. “Any lasssst wordssss?”This was it. The moment. Her final moment. Every sacrifice was allowed one request from this god. She was told everyone before her would ask for the god’s protection. For his mercy upon their land and people. It was why this tradition was still standing. After centuries of wars and disease across all other lands, this was the only one that had not suffered such tragedies. And it has had enough fortune from this beast. As well as enough heartbreak.“Leave them be,” she breathed.There was a beat of silence. “What did you ssssay?”She swallowed, and raised her voice. “Leave my people be. I am the last sacrifice.”There was a loud hiss of defiance before the ground trembled beneath her. She dared to open her eyes. And the sight of his golden gaze made her feel weak. Her knees wobbled as she struggled to stand her ground.This god was furious with her request. He stared her down with rage dancing across his features. “What exactly are you requesting—you pathetic ssslave!”His loud voice rumbled the rocky walls of his home. The young woman locked her gaze with his, and made her demand crystal clear. “I am the final sacrifice for this land. When I am gone, you will leave this place. And never return to hurt my people.”His eyes narrowed in deep thought at her words. When he suddenly smiled, her stomach dropped with dread. He slowly edged closer to her until he was mere inches away. “When you’re gone?” he whispered in a hollow tone. He let out a low, dark chuckle. “My dear sssslave. When I’m through with you—” his hand snatched her up in a firm first as he rose up high from the ground. He gripped her between a few fingers to let her dangle and squirm with fear. Her eyes were wide with horror at how close he edged her to his mouth.“You’re going to beg for the end.”*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*so, something a bit different than usual…hope you enjoy! perhaps a part 2?? :D -- source link
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