Claudia D. Christian

Estimated reading time: 2 – 4 minutes

The temple stood before them like a husk. He climbed the marbled stairs with steps true. The obscene spoke to him. He liked what it had to say. He was going to fuck his slave in her own hall.

Whiter than white. Blacker than black. The colors swathed from floor to ceiling mated much like they would. Her chamber couldn’t hide from him. Twists and turns, dizzying to belligerence, craved to stop his will. The corridors stretched like a dying scream until there was no more. Doors creaked open beneath his heel. He stepped forth.

The ultimate conqueror holding the ultimate prize.

She stirred as the virgin-white silks billowed up like a shroud. Her cracked voice whispered sincere protests. She pushed up on her pristine arm, the innocent one, and garbled words at the colorless demon.

He removed his armor. His undershirts. His boots. His pants. The discarded clothes all made a bizarre ritual. Folded, refolded, and placed reverently on the corner of her plush altar. His eyes blazed from an immobile mask. They never left hers in promise.

His nudity transfixed her horror. His skin looked like the dead adorning her temple. Scars, knotted and smooth, marked him for a brutal man. Hair rejected his chest, arms, and legs but made its home below the waist. It nestled that long, thick length jutting out so menacingly.

Somehow, innocent of men and the many ways they used to bind women, she knew it was meant to slash her until she bled out her life.

She tumbled off the bed and ran faster than the wind. Free from him, she flew behind the tapestry and let the wall eat her. Secreted behind the movable stone, she slid deeper into the temple’s belly.

Terror pulled her mind apart one memory at a time. The day’s merciful blasphemy layered over him. He gnawed away at her. She stopped in mid-motion. The sanctuary couldn’t be marred by her impurity. She was no longer fit to take refuge there.

Paused in red indecision, she never heard his approach. Arms snaked about her and garbled words whispered in her ear. She reared back but he held true.

The chamber stood a few paces away. Its interior beckoned. Shadows slithered with promises to hide their coupling. He liked what the darkness had to say.

He ignored her shrieks and pushed them both into the room. The bed was as soft as her skin. He stripped her with minimal effort. He took some care with her damaged hand but not enough to keep her from crying out.

She suffocated beneath him. Terror, worse than anything she’d ever been cursed with, choked her clean. His hands bit into her legs as he wrenched them apart. Something wet and hot touched her. It kept touching that small, secret part of her. Whimpers deepened, their cadence changing in time with his mouth.

A different type of terror visited her. She fell through the spaces in her mind. Something familiar groaned like rock scraping against itself. Her body stiffened and released like the silk banners flapping from her temple turrets.

She looked up to see him staring at her. Pleasure made him less a marble god and more like her. His smile leveled her.