The Sacrificial Necklace
Added 2024-07-05 17:21:03 +0000 UTCYou think you know, until you don’t.
I had read every inscription carved into the box we uncovered at the dig-site. It was all a bunch of dedications and supplications to one goddess or another! The necklace was clearly a gift, thrown into the temple pit as a sacrifice. Harmless.
So, I put it on.
I immediately fell to the ground, paralyzed in agony as my body boiled under it’s magic. Bones shattered and mended again and again, flesh stretched and contracted. My body mass plummeted and I vomited out the excess. When I found my voice, my screams were in a voice unknown to me.
The sacrifice wasn’t the necklace. The sacrifice was the manhood of any man who dared wear it. In the ancient world I would now be a priestess, today I am impossible. A woman who was once a man, I have no Identity and no proof.
Unless you want to try this necklace on….
