One Hundred-Word Halloween Horror Story – Day 9

Shun-bidan’s maw gaped and quivered as the supplicant dangled above. The hallucinogenic herbs had long ago rendered her mind tabula rasa.

Before the herbs completely took hold, she began cutting herself across her bare chest. Just enough to draw fine strands of blood down her lithe body.

Then the Adherents tied her up in the fine, silken rope, blessed beforehand.

Now was her time: The moment where her eternal love for The Infinite Eye would be proven before all.

The drone of the chanting echoed in the Halls of Surrender.

Her precious blood flowed freely.

Shun-bidan took his morsel, gladly.



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