This choice: The priestess, looking just as you remember her. • Go Back...Chapter #5The priestess, looking just as you remember her. by: Neon   The door creaked open before a wide, icy blue eye peeked out at you, "Oh, so the incantation did work," She said under her breath, opening the door slightly more, just enough so you could see her mouth curl up into a smile, not as warm or welcoming as a smile to a friend but more a relieved smile as if she had found a tool she needed.
"Incantation?" you ask, now intrigued walking up the steps toward her.
She backs away from the door and threatens to shut it, "Not yet, young warrior," She retorts, her voice cold and strong. "I know your face, but are you sure the only you is you?"
You smile nervously, "What?" you ask, the question mark all but appearing over your head.
"'What' is not a sufficient answer, little one."
Confused, you look at her for a moment in silence, "My name is-."
"Not a sufficient answer," She says, more forcefully now.
"What do you want from-?" You ask, worried she may not help you, and getting more and more uncomfortable.
The Priestess begins chanting some strange set of words beneath her breath, you watch as you fidget slightly, unsure how to feel about this meeting.
She opens her eyes to look at you, now glowing an all to familiar red you recognized from your nightmares, her lips forming a terrifying grin, revealing an even more terrifying set of white, sharklike teeth.
You stood, frozen by fear and shock as she grew to the same height you remembered the thing that had tortured and nearly killed you years before.
"Miss me, little one?" She deeply purrs.
You manage to break out of your paralyzed state and instinctually run the other way, not thinking where you were going, not thinking what any of this meant.
She pushed you down as you fell straight on your face in the dirt before she rolled you over with her toes for you to look up at her.
"It's truly remarkable what a little glamour can do, isn't it, little boy?" She said as she pins you to the ground with her disgustingly sweaty, dirty foot, putting your face right where it had been before, right between her big and second toes.
You try to reach your holstered sword but she feels your hand moving beneath her foot and presses down harder, so hard you gasp for breath. You immediately begin coughing and wheezing from the horrid smell. It made you want to vomit, no, it made you want to die, for even death was preferable to the hell that was her foot stench.
"Are you trying to get your sword?" She laughed as her foot drenched your body in her sweat, "Did you honestly think I wouldn't think of that?"
"Your kind ain't known for their intelligence," You taunted, even though you didn't think there was a stigma either way.
Her grin fell a bit before she gradually started to squeeze your head between her toes, "You want me to kill you?" She threatened, increasing the pressure.
You winced and began to cry, but stayed silent, hoping only for it to be over soon, hoping to get away from this nightmare figure and her nasty feet.
"Oh, I get it," She chuckled sadistically. "You want me to kill you... Nope," She said as she relived the pressure.
Now you did begin you cry, this was beyond cruel, she was just going to prolong this for who knows how long. "Please, just kill me," you whimper.
"No," She said simply as she lifted her toes over your face, letting the sweat and dirt drip on your face in the most humiliating, stomach churning way as she wriggled her toes on your face as you winced in disgust.
"No, I think I'll keep you as a foot cleaner. Might as well start now, I imagine the taste of my sweat will remind you of when you were little, hmm?" She said as she pressed her enormous big toe on your pursed lips.
Your heart sank and you thought you might throw up just at the thought of what she was implying.
"Open your mouth, little boy. Clean my big toe," She ordered, her face grinning evilly in anticipation.
You refuse, tears still streaming from your eyes in terror and disgust at her feet.
"Suck my toe, or things will just get worse from here." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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