3. The Perfect Sacrifice
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Juno ~
“Oh dear, you are such a pretty one too,” an elderly human woman said as two servants ushered me from the Lycan King’s throne room to a room.
Guards were stationed outside the doors, and they made my newly thought-out plans for escape impossible.
I was doomed to death.
What would Mia do if news got to her that I had died in this mission which we did not know its purpose?
She never liked me, but surely news of my death would sadden her.
“Here drink this,” the elderly woman said, drawing me from my thoughts.
With wary eyes, I looked at the vial in her hands, which contained a purple liquid.
The woman offered a small sad smile as pity filled her eyes.
“As the sacrifice of the century, there are things you must do to prepare yourself for what you will encounter in the demon’s lair,” the woman told me.
“Demon?” I couldn't help but ask, “It is a dragon, is it not?”
“Oh dear, whatever that creature is, it is no dragon,” the woman said.
“Here drink this, it will numb your body to the pain,” she told me and uncorked the bottle.
I was still cautious as I took it from her and drank, it was terribly bitter and I could not help but make a face.
“It would take effect in a few minutes,” the woman paused, “I know this is not necessary for you to know, but my name is Gertrude, I am the head maid of this palace, also human,” she said to me and I nodded in response.
The servants removed my clothes until I was completely naked and then one of them moved to remove my enchanted ruby necklace.
The one that suppressed my bloodlust since I turned 18 a year ago.
I was tempted to tell her to leave the necklace, but that would be far too suspicious, so I let her take it off. I had never taken it off and I had no idea what would happen if I did.
I was worried, but as the maid unclasped it, and tossed it on a nearby table, I felt no different… I was completely fine.
I let out a sigh of relief… hopefully, I would not go on a rampage later and feed off these maids and probably rip their necks off in the process… that would lead to me being discovered to be a siren and everything I had spent my whole life preparing for would be ruined.
The room was silent as the servants waxed off practically every single hair on my skin, only my brows, lashes and the hair on my head were left untouched.
My skin felt so silky smooth and I almost did not think about the fact that they were preparing me to be a delectable meal.
A bath was drawn and the maids scrubbed me clean as though I had just returned from a two year journey in the desert.
After the bath, my skin was massaged with oils that smelled so good, and made my skin so soft and probably easy to digest as well.
I stood in front of a mirror as I was dressed in a purple gossamer long sleeved dress. It was basically see through and I was completely naked underneath.
For some reason, I did not feel ashamed or feel the need to cover up anything, what was the point anyway, I would be dying soon.
Perhaps my subconscious had accepted my fate.
“When you get there, you must take off this dress and kneel in submission,” Gertrude told me.
I wondered why the f**k she thought I would just be a good, loyal sacrifice when I got there.
“What if I kill the dragon instead?” I blurted out.
A wave of tense silence passed the room.
“Well… that would be… quite unexpected,” Gertrude finally said with a nervous chuckle. She looked at me as though I had gone mad.
The maids arranged my hair into curls that fell down my back, past my waist.
I looked beautiful, the prettiest I had ever been.
The now non-existent hairs on my forearms rose and I knew my stalker made himself known.
I wished he would just leave me alone.
“I wish I could see how beautiful you look right now,” he told me within my head.
My brows scrunched in confusion. He can't see me?
Well, that was a relief because as much as I didn't feel ashamed, for some reason, I wouldn't want him to see me like this. Not because I cared what he thought or anything, but for some other reason I couldn't quite place my finger on.
But why couldn't he see me though? Was this all in my head perhaps?
“You can talk to me, you know,” he said suddenly.
‘What? How?’ I asked myself.
“Yes, just like that,” I could hear the smile in his voice as my face fell.
‘You can read my mind?’
“More like… hear your thoughts,”
What. The. f**k?
I suddenly remembered all the inappropriate things I thought about when he was near, even how I thought his voice was made to seduce me.
“Yes, I heard that, and all the others,” that smile was still in his voice.
My cheeks were now stained with a blush of sheer embarrassment.
“You could block me out though,” he told me.
“How?”
“And why would I tell you that?” he said and I nearly pulled my hair in frustration.
‘Well, this will all end soon, I will be fed to the dragon soon, I'm sure you are happy to hear that.’
“Why would I be?”
‘I don't know, you just seem a little evil,’
I heard his chuckle echo within my mind.
“Try not to die, Juno, I still have to bring you to me.”
‘What do you speak of? What do you need me for?’ I asked him curious, even though I guessed he had a few loose screws, and he probably did.
“You do not know what you are, do you?” he asked and in an instant, his essence was gone, leaving me more confused than ever.
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