A virgin is offered up to a mighty beast every 200 years so that it may reproduce. There have been no offspring born in the previous years. It is well known that the beast can only have a pup if he is mated. The ostracized virgin is always chosen by the community out of complex beast-related fear. Ava Goodchild and I were chosen as virgins.
"I have remained clean and chaste my entire life, never having been touched by a man" - Ava Goodchild
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Prologue
Little Ava, spread your legs, open it, and let me eat you.
When he spoke, I shook and clamped my hands tightly around my clothing.
His eyes had a lusty glare that was darkened with longing, and his voice sounded like sin itself.
I pleaded, "P-please, we don't have to use this way."
An insemination would be a good option.
The entire space was characterized by an irate growl. He cleared everything in his path as he leaped in my direction.
My gaze strayed to the fur that was bursting from his shoulders. I gasped and swallowed quickly out of fear.
You do not want to test a beast!! Do it or my guards will do it for you.
He let out a loud snarl. Holding a frightening presence with his aura.
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When I woke up, an ancient chest was the first thing I saw. Brown in color with rusty gold engravings all over its body.
The space resembled a tiny cubicle. has several wall paintings and carvings. It gave off an enigmatic, antiquated vibe.
I raised myself and gently rubbed the back of my forehead.
I ask myself, "Where am I?"
That phrase, I thought to myself. I had a hard time seeing in the dimly lighted room.
A door squeaked open abruptly.
A sizable shadow was present right at the door's threshold.
I was having an extremely difficult time seeing who it was because it was so dark.
"Little Ava, I see you're awake."
Heavy footsteps started to approach me.
It appeared as though I was the prey being hunted.
"Who are you, and where am I, exactly?"
With each line, my voice broke as I stumbled.
Unexpectedly, hands encircled my waist and drew me in.
I felt a little damp just in between my legs, and my thighs pinched. I had a very strange impression that something hard was connected to me, which baffled me.
His tone was gruff and hoarse, "You seem not to remember anything."
"Not in detail. A little reassurance would be appreciated,"
I was still in his arms, but I had a timorous sense.
We'll be christening every aspect of my castle, little one, as your breeder."
My shocked eyes expanded.
"W-what??"
Several scenes popped into my imagination right away. The memory of the previous day has started to mock. ..*Flashback*
"Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, a virgin outcast is sacrificed to the beast once every 200 years."
The speaker's voice reverberated across our neighborhood.
He had a manly face and looked like a clown. magnificently attired in one of the most luxurious robes our village had to offer.
I scanned the crowd in an attempt to find Moses. He didn't treat me like a freak like most of the locals did, so I looked up to him.
I questioned what was going through his head.
We planned to leave today to avoid the selection. In other words, it had been declared to be the following day.
However, it appeared like they were preying on our naiveté. Today is the day.
In a sense, we were also condemned.
The names of other girls who had been identified as odd were listed out, including "Lily, Tabitha, Rose...Enchantress."
I was aware that this has many effects.
Girls with odd opinions were labeled as witches in our area.
Anomaly.
Like a plague, they were. One must prevent being an outcast.
I was one of them as well.
In "Ava Goodchild,"
Finally, the announcer said. I felt like I was at the bottom of the list. Not that it indicated I was any different from the rest of them.
I moved in the direction of the area where the females were instructed to stay while holding onto the hems of my gown.
"Ava, dear, not at all!"
A voice in the throng pleaded. I desperately turned around, only to see my mother running in my direction.
Ava, get out of here, this is not for you.
She battled vehemently despite being immediately restrained by the guards.
I approached her and put both palms on either side of her face.
"I'll be fine, mom," she said.
I informed her.
She gulped out an angry, "OH SWEETIE. This is all my fault. I should have raised you better,"
She sobbed like someone she recently lost on a battlefield, her face was red all over.
Moses had managed to calm her down, so I told him to promise to take care of mum.
"Promise to always be with her if things go wrong,"
He offered me a comforting gaze, and I gradually freed my hands from my mother's face. Her foggy, lost-looking eyes. She was gently brought back.
I hurried to the stage stairs and ascended to where the other girls were standing.
"Well, that was quite some unsettling drama," the announcer said.
He made a finger snap.
"Bring the box of good luck forward,"
We each chose a letter, each of us knowing exactly what to do.
And when they did so, one by one, they moved forward and handed it to the designated speaker to read it.
I'll say, "You're safe,"
He only had to read each girl's letter for it to be all he said to them.
There were several jeers from the audience as it was done turn by turn.
"Safe...Safe....You're safe,"
He told the females about it one by one.
You needed to have an even number in order to avoid getting chosen. When you received an unusual, you were carried around as the beast's breeder.
"Taken,"
One of the girls cried out, her body trembling with panic. The girl attempted to run away from being chosen, drawing a gasp from the audience.
She was a familiar face from the library.
"Go get her!"
A shot was fired. I gasped when I saw the girl collapse after being hit.
Her lifeless corpse erupted in crimson. She immediately passed away in front of us.
"Let this serve as a lesson to anyone who attempts to elude her fate!"
The speaker admonished vehemently.
He gave the vicious guards the command to "clear her remains."
After they complied, he started.
"Taken," "safe, safe, safe,"
Several rounds remain. As I handed my letter, I yawed in exhaustion. I hadn't peered in because it was banned to do so unless the speaker was present.
"Taken,"
One word that I found unbelievable to hear.
She's only a young child, not my Ava! "NOOOOO! Not my Ava? Not my pretty little Ava!"
Through the din, Mum cried.
Moses carried her to safety because he was aware that she might be shot at any moment.
"Be safe, dear. Follow his instructions so you can be released,"
Everyone watched in despair as we were taken.
The beast had never managed to save a girl.
Some girls attempted to flee while we were traveling, but it only resulted in the loss of their lives.
We eventually were down to only two.
We were strangely chained to a tree in the middle of a forest full of big, towering trees. left open to potential threats from any direction.
And primarily for the beast to eat.....
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