Ciara's Egyptian Nightmare (Continued)
Story by Torqual / Text by Rosellafan
The mummy bent down with stiff broken movement, reaching beneath the bare small of Ciara’s back, and under the soft silkiness of her thighs in their patterned black tights. It was a stark contrast to the revolting rot of its ancient cold hands. Ciara was picked up effortlessly. Her shapely legs settled into position and the soft pinkness of her skin held closely to the disgusting grey green horror that was the mummy’s decayed flesh.
The mummy began a slow and deliberate walk deeper into the secret pathways of the pyramid, carrying its prize. Ciara's head was tilted back exposing her long fragile neck. Her bangs were pasted to her delicate forehead by the sweat of desperate fear in those moments before. One gentle arm was draped across her bare midriff, while the other dangled lazily in sway with mummy’s jagged gait.