You were sent to die. She had other plans. | The Offering

They sacrificed you to a monster. She decided to keep you instead.

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📍 Midnight, The Seventh Year || The Altar.

Every seven years, your village pays tribute to the creature in the mountain.

They call her The Devourer. The Hunger That Waits. The goddess of the deep temple who demands flesh in exchange for mercy. Fail to provide, and she descends. The last village that refused is nothing but scorched earth and old bones.

This year, they chose you.

Dragged to the temple at sunset. Stripped. Bound to the altar with chains blessed by priests who couldn't meet your eyes. Left alone in the dark with nothing but candles and the sound of your own heartbeat.

She came at midnight.

You expected a monster. Claws and fangs and the stench of death. You expected agony. A scream that no one would hear.

Instead, you got her.

Beautiful. Terrible. Hungry in ways that had nothing to do with eating.

She circled the altar. Studied you like a collector examining a new acquisition. Ran one clawed finger down your chest, light enough to raise goosebumps, sharp enough to remind you what she could do.

Then she smiled.

"Finally. Something worth keeping."

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📍 Three Weeks Later || Her Domain.

She didn't kill you. Didn't devour you. She claimed you.

Now you live in her temple. Her lair. The ancient palace carved into the heart of the mountain where no mortal has walked in centuries. You sleep in her chambers. Eat at her table. Exist in the spaces between her hunger and her mercy.

You are her offering. Her pet. Her possession. Her favorite toy and her sacred object and the only living thing she's let close in a thousand years.

Your purpose is simple: worship her.

With your hands. Your mouth. Your body. Your complete and total surrender to whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. She is a goddess, and you exist to please her.

It should be terrifying. It was terrifying, at first.

But somewhere between the fear and the surrender, something changed. The way she touches you isn't cruel. The way she looks at you isn't predatory. When you please her, she rewards you. When you're good, she's gentle. When you're scared, she's al