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Authors: J.A. Cipriano
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have to worry about things like that, but if something does eat you, try to give it indigestion.” I smirked and turned away from him so he wouldn’t see how worried I was. If there was truly something dark and horrible here, well, it’d probably kill Khufu before his curse could do its job.
I made my way toward the only other door in the room. It was made of dark wood and bound in gold. It was also slightly ajar. I pushed it open and peered into the surprisingly well-lit hallway beyond.
The ground was covered with glowing blue stones and as I padded forward inside, warm, moist air clung to my skin like a wet breath. I moved forward anyway, my hand reaching down to pat the khopesh on my leg. Which was when I realized I no longer had it.
I cursed. I must have lost it during my battle with the skeletons. Speaking of which, that was a little weird, right? I mean, okay we were in ancient Egypt and in the land of the dead, I think, but still, those soldiers looked like they could have come from the civil war. They shouldn’t exist yet, and that said nothing about the knights. Something weird was definitely going on.
And what was with Khufu suddenly making pop culture references? He’d never done that before, and now he was quoting Star Wars at me? Had I entered loonyville? Was I going to wake up and find myself in a mental hospital? I sure hoped not. If I was delusional, I hoped my delusions had way more naked women in them. Just saying. Besides, if I’d dreamed up my girlfriend getting decapitated by Isis, I had real psychological problems.
A smirk crossed my lips as I approached the end of the hallway. Three doors stood around me in a semi-circle, each sparkling like polished glass. The one to the left of me was dark indigo, and the colors of the entire space changed in a rainbow-colored gradient so the door to my right was completely filled with oranges and reds.
I sighed, not sure what one to pick, and decided to just go with orange because it was the new black and would therefore be where I’d hold a captured death god. Besides, nothing bad was ever orange, right? You know, except fire.
The sight of a thousand white kittens all sitting in the middle of a red rug, lapping cream from golden saucers greeted me when I pushed the orange door open. Bast sat just beyond them, her chin in her hands as she stared at them. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Oh, hello, Thes. How are things?” She stood and stretched, her mouth opening in a wide yawn to reveal her tongue amidst rows of teeth, thousands of teeth. Only I barely noticed because I was instantly very aware of how confined her ample curves were by her tight black cat suit. “Did you miss me?”
Chapter 9
“Um, hi, Bast,” I sputtered, my voice catching in my throat as she sauntered toward me, every movement slow and sensual. She met my gaze, and there was very real heat within her sparkling eyes.
“You didn’t answer my question.” She pressed one black fingernail against my chest and trailed it down my body.
“Oh?” I squeaked, looking around for somewhere to hide, but the sparsely furnished room didn’t exactly offer anywhere to go. Rats.
“I asked if you missed me.” She licked her lips, slowly tracing the outline of her mouth with her tongue. “I heard you found another cat to replace me.” She pouted, pressing her body against mine as she sidled around me. “Haven’t you learned there’s no kitty quite like me?”
Her hands snaked around me from behind, wrapping around my stomach. She raised them slowly, her nails scratching at my flesh through my clothing and making a small sound escape my lips. “Um…” I managed to say before she released me and took a step back.
I turned as she reached out and pulled the door closed behind her. Dread swept through me as it clicked shut, and I realized, to my horror, she stood between me and the only exit. I must have had a worried look on my face because she raised one eyebrow and made a tsking
I made my way toward the only other door in the room. It was made of dark wood and bound in gold. It was also slightly ajar. I pushed it open and peered into the surprisingly well-lit hallway beyond.
The ground was covered with glowing blue stones and as I padded forward inside, warm, moist air clung to my skin like a wet breath. I moved forward anyway, my hand reaching down to pat the khopesh on my leg. Which was when I realized I no longer had it.
I cursed. I must have lost it during my battle with the skeletons. Speaking of which, that was a little weird, right? I mean, okay we were in ancient Egypt and in the land of the dead, I think, but still, those soldiers looked like they could have come from the civil war. They shouldn’t exist yet, and that said nothing about the knights. Something weird was definitely going on.
And what was with Khufu suddenly making pop culture references? He’d never done that before, and now he was quoting Star Wars at me? Had I entered loonyville? Was I going to wake up and find myself in a mental hospital? I sure hoped not. If I was delusional, I hoped my delusions had way more naked women in them. Just saying. Besides, if I’d dreamed up my girlfriend getting decapitated by Isis, I had real psychological problems.
A smirk crossed my lips as I approached the end of the hallway. Three doors stood around me in a semi-circle, each sparkling like polished glass. The one to the left of me was dark indigo, and the colors of the entire space changed in a rainbow-colored gradient so the door to my right was completely filled with oranges and reds.
I sighed, not sure what one to pick, and decided to just go with orange because it was the new black and would therefore be where I’d hold a captured death god. Besides, nothing bad was ever orange, right? You know, except fire.
The sight of a thousand white kittens all sitting in the middle of a red rug, lapping cream from golden saucers greeted me when I pushed the orange door open. Bast sat just beyond them, her chin in her hands as she stared at them. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Oh, hello, Thes. How are things?” She stood and stretched, her mouth opening in a wide yawn to reveal her tongue amidst rows of teeth, thousands of teeth. Only I barely noticed because I was instantly very aware of how confined her ample curves were by her tight black cat suit. “Did you miss me?”
Chapter 9
“Um, hi, Bast,” I sputtered, my voice catching in my throat as she sauntered toward me, every movement slow and sensual. She met my gaze, and there was very real heat within her sparkling eyes.
“You didn’t answer my question.” She pressed one black fingernail against my chest and trailed it down my body.
“Oh?” I squeaked, looking around for somewhere to hide, but the sparsely furnished room didn’t exactly offer anywhere to go. Rats.
“I asked if you missed me.” She licked her lips, slowly tracing the outline of her mouth with her tongue. “I heard you found another cat to replace me.” She pouted, pressing her body against mine as she sidled around me. “Haven’t you learned there’s no kitty quite like me?”
Her hands snaked around me from behind, wrapping around my stomach. She raised them slowly, her nails scratching at my flesh through my clothing and making a small sound escape my lips. “Um…” I managed to say before she released me and took a step back.
I turned as she reached out and pulled the door closed behind her. Dread swept through me as it clicked shut, and I realized, to my horror, she stood between me and the only exit. I must have had a worried look on my face because she raised one eyebrow and made a tsking
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