The wet slab where Dannila lay woke her suddenly from the dream she was having. Images swirling in her mind, disconnected, horrific to see and visceral; faces hidden in shadow around her, looking down as she lay there, a great fire and pain in her body. Danilla did not know what to make of it. Her eyes opened to see her long, dark hair sprawled out in front of her, diminishing her grogginess and forcing her to bolt upright- the dull thudding din that came in every few seconds, the darkness of her surroundings, the cold side of her body mystery was revealed when she realised she was sleeping on the side of a broadly flat stone. Sitting upright, panted, and instead of the pants being dissolved into the air, hissing into nothing, occasionally broken by the dull repeating thud. The sky was pitch black and the air smelled terrible- perhaps some great bonfire of pitch had engulfed her and the sky, blocking the view of the stars? No.. the smell was somewhat familiar- the ocean? Could it be that she was by the ocean? The penny dropped and Danilla realised just what a radical change of her environment she had woken up to. The sky was dark and cloudy because what she thought was the sky was the top of a cavern, the dull thudding din mystery was explained by the waves crashing into the sides of the rocks. Now more afraid that relieved at her deduction of her position, Danilla was nervous as she realised she was in a cave. The caves of the island were very rarely used, to her knowledge anyway, perhaps some spelunkers and tourists liked to explore, but to the islanders, the island itself was plentiful enough in catches and farming. Nothing happened in the caves, she couldn't even see how she wound up where she was, but after pinching herself to be sure that she was no longer dreaming, she decided that if she hadn't fallen into the caves and injured herself, she had been put into the caves. As such, she decided she would get out of the cave.
The cave opened into an extended cavern, the natural formations giving way slowly into the more smooth, circular arched formation, the long direct way forwards looked like what Danilla had read about in what the kings and emperors of ruined kingdoms used to look like, all the trappings of power were there, but nothing was left to occupy them. Two rows of lit torches marked what appeared to be a path up to a small raised platform that sat two statues, two huge stone slabs, probably about 15ft tall, faded after years of erosion of the steady drip of water that filtered into the room, despite the architects best efforts. Danilla stepped into the room and an instant blanket of warmth covered her, possibly from the collective heat of the torches. It stood to reason that the if the torches were lit, there must have been someone down here recently, and if hadn't been anyone in front of her when she was making her way over, the exit to the cave must have been close. Danilla walked into the place slowly, etchings on the walls are the old scent of ritualistic candles and incense that had been burned and seeped into the cloth that tapered over the edges of the columns drove the idea of this place being some sort of religious temple that could have possibly been used in days gone past.
The statues faced one another, Danilla could start to make out some more distinguishing features of the statues, the one on the left stood with a large, bulging belly, the barest of clothing covering it, humanoid in feature besides the mass of lumps in its stomachs, what would ordinarily be the breasts of a woman were covered with more boils, the head of the statue decapitated, but some form of arteries appeared to stick out of the head. The hands were held out, pleading, begging for something to be placed within them, the light bouncing off the extremities gave the statue the illusion of being made of crawling bugs
The statue on the right stood in stark contrast to the lumpy mess of differing nightmarish growths on the left, the one of the right was a Hellenistic ideal of masculinity. The legs like the trunks of ancient oaks in forests of Europe, the arms large enough to crush any wall, tear through hardened steel, crossed over the chest neatly tucking into one another, the chest a perfect bust of abs. The statue was not that of a mere conqueror who wished to flatter his ego for all time to see, but a God for all those he was near to preside in. Draped in a cloak and decorated by the golden seal that adorned the chest and the necklace of what appeared to be runes around his neck, the only missing part of the male ideal was the head; the head was thick, elongated, protracted, the mouth closed and no emotion on the face. No facial hair, the eyes wider and hollow, like the sockets of a skull, but in them were two black orbs.
Danilla couldn't make any discernible other features of what the statues were supposed to be or what they represented: as far Danilla knew, she could not even say for certain that the statues were native to the island. The mystery would have to be solved later: Danilla could see some sort of entrance that was dug out of the earth in the distance, the cracks of moonlight breaking through the clouds and down into the hole in the Earth was all she needed to convince herself that this was the right way to go.
As Danilla neared the entrance of the chamber, the numbness she had dealt with so far began to take its toll on her. Danilla collapsed on the ground, her slender frame sprawled across the stone floor, the pulsating beats of that had smothered her vision and muffled her hearing until she could no longer coordinate herself. A low, guttural voice began to make itself audible:
"This is the one"
Before Daniella could fully appreciate the situation, the voice was answered with another, a slow and Raspy voice of a woman, drawl and hissing:
"Yess, this, this!"
Danilla tried to look up and see who was speaking to her, but all she could see is exactly what she had been seeing for the last few moments: the grotesque statues and the torches leading upwards on an entrance way, Danilla tried one more effort to get out of the room and into freedom, but again she managed a few steps before falling back onto her face, her hair spread from across the floor, her face pressed against the cold.
The demonic voice spoke again: "Your sacrifice is accepted".
Darkness covered Danilla like a blanket, her ear drums simulated bursting out, the whole entire affair overwhelmed her.
Danilla woke up, her grogginess swiftly abated as she realised she was no longer in the position: her legs were held apart as each leg was held at the thigh and spread so that her body was exposed, her arms were held behind her back by a unseen force, something that was strong and nimble, something that could hold Danilla in place indefinitely, like she has been sealed within the statue. Facing her, the statue of the masculine Demi God that was now piercing her soul with those black, soulless eyes. Each moment that passed, it felt like a furious fire burnt, hidden away deep in the face of the statue.
Tendrils crept around Danilla's neck, tight enough to ensure that she could not move her head forward, but not so tight as to choke her.
Danilla tried to scream, begging anyone who might possibly be able to help to come save her, her panicked cries echoing in the chamber with only the dull thud of the waves and the crackle of lit torches as a constant but inconsistent din.
As Danilla screamed herself hoarse with pleas for help, the dreadful headaches and low vibrating thuds returned. Danilla began to lose her focus on her surroundings- the inevitable march of her own senses towards their overwhelming failure. Danilla worried that if she was going to be knocked out again, she was going to be found in a new situation where she would be hurt and possibly killed.
The empty fuzziness returned, the blanket of darkness began to envelop her vision once again, she felt like she had just a moment left of her consciousness..
"Ssshe iss ready, her body iss ours"
"Let the ritual commence".
Danilla slowly woke up, tried to breathe slowly, her body pressed against a body of a statue she had been held in.
A tentacle slithered its way up her leg, wrapping itself around her like a constrictor and slowly moving its way up her inner thigh before curling itself around her exposed pussy, leaving a long trail of slime that ran down her legs, tiny little patches of oily slime running into her sweat beads.
