Ciara's Egyptian Nightmare 22

Ciara's Egyptian Nightmare (Continued)
Story by Torqual / Text by Rosellafan

The acolytes folded Ciara's limp arms across her chest and slowly but surely she was coiled - leaving only traces of her round breasts, slender waist and silky black tights showing.

Then, even these signs of Ciara disappeared beneath the wrappings, leaving only her lidded eyes for last. A final winding around her head and all traces of Ciara were gone. She was sacrificed to the pharoah of the pyramid tomb, a gift of youth and vitality to his pleasures in the afterlife…

…she thrashed against her bindings, desperate, sucking at stale warm air, fighting, and hyperventilating.

“No! No! No!” she screamed enough to wake the dead. Her panic nearly worked herself into a blackout when a piercing white light shined in her wild brown eyes.

“Ciara! Ciara! What’s wrong? Are you all right?” a familiar voice called out. She felt firm but gentle hands upon her, willing her to relax, soothing her with gentle words and assurances. Slowly but surely, she willed her body to relax, to trust in that voice, those reassuring words, the gentle touch.

The blinding light was turned away from her eyes.

“What? What’s happening?” she asked still feeling the fog of disorientation clouding her brain. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the light and found herself looking up at several of her fellow archeological team members, their faces were full of concern. Her confusion was replaced by mild embarrassment when she realized that she was sweating profusely. Strands of hair were pasted to the sides of her face and neck, and she was twisted and wrapped up in a mess of her sleeping bag!

-The End