promise i will get to my inbox soon, but i wanted to have something new out at least so uh, have this little cult leader kylar cause i missed them
this is gender neutral, i dont think i mentioned any anatomy
TW: kylar is their own warning, sacrifice (mentioned but doesnt actually happen)
A chill permeates the room. You don’t know how long you’ve been shivering, but in all the time you’ve been awake and your teeth have been clattering, the door hasn’t opened. It’s dark, and doesn’t smell great. There’s no windows, but the cold that exudes from every surface is reminiscent of a basement. That’s the best guess you can make, with what pitiful amount of information you can gather.
Your hands are tied in front of you, which only makes sense if they were planning to lead you somewhere. Everyone knows tying a prisoner’s (at least that’s what you think you are) hands in front is a bad idea in terms of security. Too many risks of them trying to strangle their captor, and that’s not even counting the fact that letting someone see what their hands are doing when you want to keep them somewhere is a blatant oversight. So, they’re probably going to lead you somewhere, attached by the hands most likely. The biggest question is where. And maybe why, what, who..
The sound of a door opening snaps you out of your ruminations on the reasons for your captivity, and the light coming out of the entryway blinds you for a moment. The smell of incense and the sound of chanting fill your senses before you can open your eyes fully.
Dark robes, wisps of smoke, a marble altar… If you could, you’d rub your eyes, but just as you widen them, someone yanks on the chain, and you’re left scrambling to stand. The constant tugging leaves your wrists feeling raw but that’s not your main concern, far from it. It’s clear they’re leading you to the altar in the center of the room. You try to thrash and resist, but the cold and hunger have left you weak, and you’re subdued without too much trouble. As you’re laid down and chained to the slab of marble, you close your eyes, resigned and accepting your final moments. You hear a blade being sharpened, and grit your teeth when it stops, clenching your fists and waiting for the moment it lands…
But it doesn’t. The sound of a loud bang startles you, and a rush of wind penetrates the room. You open your eyes and meet the wide gaze of a smaller figure, with dark, messy hair. Said figure shuffles towards you, eyes never leaving yours. They might be small but looking around, they’re definitely someone important, at least in the eyes of the freaks surrounding you. You don’t have much time to look around you as the messy short person suddenly climbs on the altar, straddling you and leaning in, inspecting your face thoroughly.
A few seconds pass, and a creepy smile breaks onto their face. Whatever they were looking for, they found it. Their fingers snap, and you’re suddenly released, but still unable to move as they’re clinging on to you. Their voice, shriller and breathier than you’d expected, reaches your ears. “My love, finally, finally you’re back to me ! Oh you’ll never be allowed to leave, from now on you’re mine forever! Just like it was meant to be…”
