Note: This is my first submission so please be kind! It started out as a comedy piece (sort of) and ended up, like, well, this.
She carefully worked her way through the dense underbrush, slapping at the tiny bugs that kept molesting her. Molly was tense. Every so often, when there was a break between the branches coming back to claw her in the face, she would adjust herself; her large two handed sword inlaid with jewels given to her by her father, her revealing (and worthless in her mind) body armor, or her hair.
Her city was plagued by a beast that demanded a yearly toll everyone year of one virgin girl of the age nineteen. Molly had tried, unsuccessfully, to remain out of those statistics either by accidental death or by losing her virginity. She had failed on both accounts, not because she was ugly but because her parents kept her very well guarded and immersed in her schooling. In fact, Molly was probably one of the most attractive young ladies in her city; she had a large bouncing bosom (32 D in layman's terms) that seemed somehow to defy gravity and an hour glass figure that was the envy of every female Molly crossed. She was soft in all the right places, and muscular and strong in the others. She had a crown of rich, curly black hair that today she had pulled back into a tight bun, a defiant upper lip, and large brown doe like eyes that would soften the hardest of hearts.
She was nineteen and was being sent out by the city to be the toll to this beast. The mayor had given her, after her name was called, the body armor that each girl received. Not only was the armor revealing, but the chest piece was much too tight for Molly. The armor nearly constricted her breathing and pushed her breasts close in to her chest, so that almost each breast was halfway out of the armor. The armor was light mail and formed like a corset that ended just above her belly button. The bottom portion of the armor was a mail skirt, that ended a few inches above her knees, showing much of her well toned and tanned thigh. When given the armor, she had been instructed to wear simple undergarments.
Molly was no idiot. She had seen the other girls brought back beaten and broken. Some were badly beaten; whipped, and cuffed. Others were bloodied. Still others came back red and submissive. All came back and all were never the same. Sometimes the lottery would choose a mild and meek mouse of a girl; when she got back to the city she would be wild and crazy. Doing things that a nice girl wouldn't. Strangely though, the city and mayor would do nothing to help them. Except send more every year. She would not be as easily lost as those others. Molly slapped another bug away from her face. When she was able to sneak out of her parent's home, she would make her way to this abandoned temple. Starting on a specific day and lasting for about a week, this temple would be off limits. That was when the girls were "sacrificed." Today it was a different trek. Instead of taking the main path, she had gone a different route through the swamp and forest. She had to be close, she thought.
Finally she broke through the brush and ended up directly in front of the temple. She turned to look behind her; the main path was there. Certainly she couldn't have gotten confused for she had aimed for the back of the temple. She never had gotten lost before, but decided that was why she had arrived at the main entrance.
The gates were open, and very gently she made her way into the temple, the gates closing behind her with a snap. She gave a small shudder and began the descent down the stairs.
It had seemed like hours of traveling through a dark passageway. She was able to reach out both arms and touch the walls, and knew there were no doors. Molly couldn't tell how far down she had gone, but there was a definite slope to the hallway. Sighing and adjusting her armor yet again, she set her mind on her task. She was going to kill this beast.