The Sacrifice Girl
Added 2024-06-17 13:00:09 +0000 UTCAs the Master looked on, we each took a rose from the bundle. When the Master gave the word, we each held up our roses. My eyes flicked from mine to the ones held by the other boys and my heart dropped. I had the shortest stem therefore I would be the “sacrifice of manhood.”
The Master began to chant, his chant was joined by his priests and reality began to spin. There was no pain or feeling of change, just the sudden disorientation of occupying a body that was smaller, differently proportioned and dressed in thin cloth rather than the armor of the initiates.
I had seen the other “sacrifice maids” around the camp. Products of previous cohorts. They averted their eyes from the men, hoping not to be noticed, for they, now we, were at the service of all knights, forbidden to refuse a carnal request and expected to mother the next generation.
The Master leered at me hungrily. As the newest girl, I would be his tonight.
