Ciara's Egyptian Nightmare (Continued)
Story by Torqual / Text by Rosellafan
In the empty chamber, Ciara lay on her side, unmoving on the cold stone altar. Under normal circumstances, her teeth would have chattered as she contemplated unknotting her shirt to cover the goose bumps that formed on her smooth bare tummy, but they did not. She would have fought the urge to rub her hands up and down the silkiness of the patterned black tights that decorated her luxurious long legs, but they simply curled at her side, complacently soaking in the cold harshness of the altar. The chamber existed quietly with the new guest. Her glassy brown eyes stared at the dust motes that floated in the mysterious unknown light source, but her breasts did not rise and fall with the calmness of breath. Beneath her knotted shirt, they did not move at all.
Some time later the shuffle of other, human, feet entered the chamber. Two acolytes, servants of the temple, circled the altar. The acolytes stood silently over the unmoving girl. They tipped her flat on her back pulling her unfeeling legs out straight, arms out to the sides, head tilted back. A hand gently brushed over her crooked brown eyes, closing them as if she was sleeping. The acolytes worked in silent harmony, one methodically unknotting Ciara’s shirt, sliding it from her limp arms, while the other unbuttoned her shorts, peeling them down her long legs.