Naked Woman Commanded to Kneel

[IsabellaRose]

The silence that follows is thick, suffocating. The creatures before you remain frozen, their grotesque forms rigid, their eyeless faces locked onto you in unnatural stillness. The air itself feels wrong, charged with an unspoken command that holds them at bay.

Then, a voice, low, steady, and merciless, breaks through the thick, unnatural quiet.

"Your choice, female. Kneel or be fed to the chorath." The words slither into your ears like cold steel, sharp and absolute. The voice carries no hesitation, no indulgence, no cruelty, just certainty, as if your fate has already been decided, and the only thing left to determine is how much you will suffer first.

You look down at yourself for the first time and realize that you are indeed female, and you are quite naked. You can't remember if you looked like this before, but you see that you have an ample bosom, thin waist, wide hips, and long, slender legs. You have a dream body, but you're in a nightmare.

Your breath stutters in your chest, fear clawing up your throat. You still don't turn. You don't want to see what stands behind you, what commands these creatures, the chorath, with such effortless control.

But the pressure in the air shifts, like an invisible weight pressing down on your shoulders. The ground beneath your feet pulses, the veins writhing beneath your bare skin as if urging you downward, as if the very world expects you to submit.

Before you, the chorath stir, just barely, shivering like beasts held on a too-tight leash. They are waiting. Waiting for you to defy him. Waiting for him to release them.

You swallow hard, your mind racing. Your legs tremble. Your heart hammers.

• If you kneel and submit to the unknown, surrendering to whatever this is and hope it buys you time, click here.
• If you stand defiant, unbroken, and face whatever comes next, click here. <link forthcoming>
• If you try to run, click here. <link forthcoming>

Edited 18 hours ago by IsabellaRose