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etlabeteIt was well-known that one way to placate an oni was to buy it off. After long discussion, the village council had decided on a duly tempting sacrifice: a young woman, beautiful and unmarried. Her flesh would be sweet enough, her looks fine enough, to calm even the most tempestuous monster.
Mei was the unlucky winner, when they drew lots. At first, she'd been numb, and then she'd tried to flee, but they were ready for her, people she'd known all her life closing around her to hold her fast.
Now she was here, in the glade where the last oni had been sighted, dressed in a simple white dress that clung close enough to show her curves. They had bound her, to stop her from running again, tied her hands behind her and run a rope like a leash to a nearby tree, so that it would bring her up short if she tried to get more than a couple of feet. Her feet were bare, her head bowed, her long red hair hanging over her face. She was no longer crying - she'd done all her crying and begging when they tied her there.
Now, she was just waiting.
Mei was the unlucky winner, when they drew lots. At first, she'd been numb, and then she'd tried to flee, but they were ready for her, people she'd known all her life closing around her to hold her fast.
Now she was here, in the glade where the last oni had been sighted, dressed in a simple white dress that clung close enough to show her curves. They had bound her, to stop her from running again, tied her hands behind her and run a rope like a leash to a nearby tree, so that it would bring her up short if she tried to get more than a couple of feet. Her feet were bare, her head bowed, her long red hair hanging over her face. She was no longer crying - she'd done all her crying and begging when they tied her there.
Now, she was just waiting.
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Date: 2018-05-18 10:06 pm (UTC)Mei seemed to have forgotten, for a moment, how to breathe. Death was one thing, but this... this felt worse. This wasn't even an ending. The oni was talking about sleeping, eating... about a long time, by the sounds of it. Maybe forever. Maybe only until they got bored. Or hungry. Or until, whatever the oni might say, the sheer bulk of that inhuman erection ripped her open.
She shook her head, blind terror rising in her chest, and scrambled back until her shoulders struck the bole of the tree she was tied to. "Please..."