Hey guys! It's about time right? Yea I'm sorry so-
They don't care. Just give them the story already. They've waited for too long this time.
Fuck you. Okay guys, I just wanted to welcome some of our new readers! And thank you so much for the ones who reviewed. This little smutty piece is for all the new readers! They let me sleep at night, the reviews.
When I'm not keeping her up that is.
punches Zaric I don't own anything!
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When I came to the waking world I couldn't hear any sign of Ofelia being in the room. But I could hear running water. I opened my eyes and closed them quickly to prevent myself from being blinded. My head starts to pound like I've been drinking and had been sick. I slowly opened my eyes and nearly closed them again because the light was so strong. I sat up and put a hand to my head hoping that it would make my brains want to stay on the inside of my head. Then I noticed that the bed sheets I was looking at didn't belong to me.
I jerked up and nearly fell off of the bed that was in a room that I did not recognize. It was like my room except it was bigger and was more decorated than mine was. It had more light too courtesy to the three large windows cut into the stone wall.
I slowly slid to the edge of the bed before hefting myself off. Surprisingly the floor had a thick Persian rug that felt good on my feet. I straightened before realizing that I was naked.
'Ofelia must've undressed me. By the way where is she?' I turned to look for the door and headed toward it. I got it and tried to open it. I frowned because it was locked.
"Do you intend to walk out of here like that?" I jumped and spun around only to see Imhotep leaning against the jam of what I believe to be the bathroom. He looked down and looked up at my face and I realized he was probably had been watching me since I woke up.
"How long have you been standing there? Where am I? Where's Ofelia?" As I'm talking I walk back to the bed and pull off a sheet from the bed and was about to wrap it around my waist when Imhotep is at my side grabbing my wrist. I automatically still and curse in my head. He smirks at me and looks down before looking back into my face.
"I came out when I heard you move in bed." He looks down again before looking up. "You are in my bedroom and Ofelia is doing her other duties right now."
I'm in his room? Since when? "Your room?" My brain can't seem to handle anything else right now. How long have I been in here?
He smirks and leans forward so his breath is ghosting across my lips. "Yes, my room." I can't help but shudder and his smirk grows bigger. "When I found out about your incident I had you brought straight to me. You slept for two nights and a day now." His eyes flicked downwards again and he stepped back.
Then my brain caught up. Two days! I've been asleep for two days now? "Why did I sleep for that long?"
He raised his eyebrow like he didn't expect me to ask that question. "The toxins in the ink used for the tattoos are dangerous and-"
"So I could've died?"
Imhotep frowned and stepped back towards me. Then I took a step back and his frown turned into a smirk. "Whatever is the matter, pet, scared?" My spine stiffened and I frowned at him. His smirk grew larger and he took another step so his clothing was brushing against my thighs and chest. I shivered and felt my cheeks flush. He then wrapped his right arm around my shoulders and put his hand in my hair while he put his other arm around my waist and placed that hand on my bare thigh. I shuddered and he chuckled.
He twisted his fingers into my hair and pulled so I was looking up at the ceiling. I felt his lips at my throat and whimpered. He growled and then bit my throat. I moaned and he rubbed up against me. I could feel that he was aroused and I was starting to get hot. I moaned again when he started to suckle on my neck and bucked into my hip. I nearly screamed and arched towards him. He pulled back and my arms came up the clutch at his naked back. I scratched him before I could even think. He arched into me and growled.
Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. He nibbled on my bottom lip and I let him in. He explored my mouth before pulling away. My hands came up to pull him back into my lips but he stepped away before I could even touch.
When I opened my eyes I almost came. He was standing there just watching me. I licked my lips and could still taste him on me. Then I noticed that he was looking at my face when I looked away.
"Pet, you shouldn't tease." He rumbled and I couldn't help shivering. He looked down at my groin and then I realized that I was fully turned on and had no clothing. I moved to cover myself and he was in my face, holding my wrists up and away.
"No, don't cover yourself."He leaned forward and nibbled on my earlobe then sucked it into his mouth. I moaned and arched into him. He let one of my wrists go and fell to his knees.
(A/N: It gets smutty here so you can skip until the next bolded part.)
He put his free hand on the back of my knee to pull me closer and guided my hand he kept captive to his shoulder. Then he put his mouth on my hip and bit down.
My knees buckled but didn't collapse as I thought they would. It wouldn't take much, I knew and I could tell he knew by the feel of his smile against my hip. He chuckled before nuzzling upwards so his mouth was right underneath my bellybutton. He nibbled and at my whimper he ran his tongue over the part he had just mouthed on. My knees quivered but I still didn't collapse. Hoping to get him to falter, I ran my hand over his bare head before lightly running my short nails over his bare scalpe.
He stopped nuzzling before looking up at me. He smiled and devious smile before leaning back and licking the head of my cock.
"Imhotep!" I closed my eyes because I wouldn't be able to watch him lick me like a child would lick a lollipop. He licked the throbbing vein underneath my heavy cock before letting go of my hand to pull at my public hairs while he cupped my balls. I shivered violently before reaching back with both of my hands to hold onto something. They hit the cool stones of the wall behind me. His warm mouth left my dick and I started to step back to lean against the wall, hoping for the coolness to cool my heated skin.
Before I could reach the wall I felt arms wrap around my knees. My eyes shot down to Imhotep and I shivered at his heated gaze. He smiled before swallowing me whole. I admit that I screamed. He laughed around my length before sucking me down his throat. I bucked into his mouth when his large palms cupped my ass cheeks and squeezing.
I closed my eyes and gave a groan when Imhotep pulled away. He rubbed his nose into my sack which just made me close my eyes even tighter.
"I want you to watch me suck your dick, pet." His voice rumbled. I shivered before shaking my head. His chuckle echoed in the room before he squeezed my cheeks and pulled them open slightly to rub at my asshole. I gasped and jerked away; stumbled back into the wall. Pulling away didn't help all that much. Though he stayed kneeling on the ground watching me with hot eyes while I leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.
Imhotep smirked before laughing and standing up. I watched him, hoping that he wouldn't decide to get pissed and try to hit me. Things would turn out bad if that happened. I might even get sent back home. And I know that's the last thing I want to happen.
I look to my left out one of the giant windows to see the sun start going down. I jumped when suddenly I was chest to chest with Imhotep. I looked into his face and shivered when he pressed his pelvis into mine.
"I'm not done pet. Wouldn't you like to be done too?" He liked his lips and leaned into me to kiss again. This time his hands stayed on my hips as he walked backwards, pulling me with him.
He broke away and smiled before sitting down on his bed. He leaned back on his hands and just sat there looking at me pant.
I felt my face start to heat and wanted to step back. Before I could take a step, Imhotep said, "Where do you think you're going, love?"
My eyes flicked where I thought the bathroom would be and I looked back at him before muttering my answer. His smile grew bigger and my face grew hotter. "I don't think so, love. You," He looked down and back up before licking his lips. "are not going anywhere." I shivered when he growled and wanted to smack myself because I'm being such a little bitch.
I start to feel awkward, standing there, naked and with a hard-on. I raised my hands, and before being able to cup myself; he was gripping my hands in a firm grip. He looked mad now, like I had insulted him. "You don't get to cover yourself now love. You don't get that privilege right now," he growled. He scooted back before pulling me down to sit on his lap.
I instantly was reminded of my dream. I jerked and nearly fell off of his lap onto the floor. Thankfully, Imhotep caught me before I started to slip off and pulled me even closer so my ass was on top of his groin. I wriggled and he groaned into my neck. I smiled but yelped when he thrust up.
He gave a warm chuckle that nearly melted my bones and then thrust again. I grinded down and he thrust up at the same time; making me grasp onto his shoulders and arching while he bit down on my collarbone. I hissed and he smoothed it by sliding his tongue over it. I looked down at him at smiled back at his smirk.
"Ready, pet?"
My smile grew larger. "Ready for what?"
His hands slid over my hips, leaving goose flesh, to rest on the globes of my ass. I moaned and pressed back into his large, calloused palms. A leer grew on his lips as his hands rubbed my flesh before gripping and pulling me down against his covered erection as he thrust up. "For this, love." He thrust up again while pulling me down on his last word. I gasped and withered in his lap when he did it again and again and over again.
I moaned and groaned in his lap as if the world was going to end and we were going to burn up. The pleasure that Imhotep was bringing me was so intense, my bones ached. I closed my eyes and arched again at his hard thrusts.
I brought my hands to his neck and dug my nails into his skin. He hissed and I licked his lips before whispering, "Faster." He grunted and obeyed my command. I was so close as it was that I came within a few more thrusts, screaming into my hand that I used to cover my mouth. I jerked and keened while Imhotep thrust a couple more times before biting down on my shoulder, muffling himself.
(A/N: Smut is over. From now on, it's safe unless you see bold again!)
We sat there a couple of seconds, catching our breath before Imhotep started to laugh. I leaned back and raised an eyebrow. He continued to laugh before bringing a hand up to brush my hair out of my face. He slowly stopped laughing while still holding me on his lap with a look on his face like he was pondering something.
I quirked my lips before asking what he were laughing at. He smiled and replied that he wasn't laughing at anything I did. I smiled back and said that he better not. He laughed at that and pulled me back into to kiss me again. This time the kiss was slow and long. It ended when I signed and slumped against him.
He chuckled and started to scoot back. Then he rolled us over so he was laying between my thighs and my head was on a soft pillow. He leaned down, slipped his arms around my body, and started to nuzzle my shoulder.
"Imhotep, I-"
"Sleep, Mine."
Shivers ran down my back. The familiar words echoed in my head. "But-"
"Don't argue, Mine. Just sleep."
I relaxed, closed and felt him mumble something. I open my eyes and looked at him.
"What was that?"
He smirks and kisses my lips before telling me to go to sleep. My eyes suddenly felt heavy, as if my body obeys all of Imhotep's orders. Because this happened in my dream too. I just didn't try to fight it this time. I close my eyes and fall into a pit of darkness.
Voice's murmurs penetrate my dreamless sleep and I roll over towards them before opening my eyes. Imhotep is talking to someone behind the door. His voice is lower; trying to keep quiet because I was asleep; but the other person's tilted voice was exasperated and growing louder.
"She is calling! You must go now!"
"No. Astarte can wait until Rick is awake and after we have eaten breakfast. I'm sure she will not mind this." He smiles his imitating smile that makes sure that the unknown speaker is shaking in his shoes. To me, it just looks like he is annoyed.
"S-s-s-sir, really! You must go NOW! She-"
"Do not address me in such a tone of voice girl!" Imhotep looks pissed, ready to rip off this person's head.
Before I could really think about what I decided to do, I was up wrapping a blanket around my hips and at Imhotep's side. I put my hand on his shoulder and looked around the edge of the door. The mysterious person is a woman. She is Indian. She has a long black braid over one shoulder and dark skin that is what clued me into her country of origin. That and the red jewel and lavender soiree that she was wearing helped some too.
I stepped in front of Imhotep to talk without looking over his shoulder. When she saw what I was wearing her face turned dark like she was blushing and started to stutter her words. I interrupted and informed her that Imhotep and I were going to stay in the room until we had eaten and dressed. Then I told her to tell Ofelia to get me some clothes and fetch something from the kitchens to eat. I then closed the down before she could start stuttering again.
Imhotep's arms wrapped around my middle before I could turn around and he started to kiss my shoulder. I smiled and tilted my head to the side to give him more room. I felt him growl before he started to nibble on my skin. I laughed and wriggled out of his arms and fully turned around to look at the man I was in love with.
He stood in light I could swear was the sun. I could see the way his muscles danced under his skin. I was instantly glad that I hadn't fell in love with an overly muscled man. Men who were very muscled was a large turn-off. I smiled at my inner musings and Imhotep quirked an eyebrow, as if he was asking what was so funny. I shook my head before stepping toward him and wrapping my arms around him and kissing him on the lips.
It was as good as the kisses he gave me. He leaned into me and I felt his hands start to fiddle with the sheet around my hips. I smiled into his lips before nipping his bottom lip and breaking away.
"We can't Imhotep."
He growled, "Yes we can," before leaning into me so he could kiss me.
I groaned before stepping out of his grasping hands and away from his hot lips. I opened my eyes to see Imhotep with his eyes closed and licking his lips. When I saw his tongue I was reminded what he did to me; I groaned again. His eyes snapped open to watch me pant. His eyes were like glowing embers, they felt so hot.
He stepped forward. "Mine-" He started but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both of our heads snapped towards the door.
"Imhotep."
He looked at me. He growled when he saw me. I panted back, "Imhotep, get the door."
"No." He took a step towards me and his eyes flickered towards the door again when there was another knock. His eyes flicked back towards me when I said his name again.
"Get the door, then you could finish what we started."
He regarded me for a second he before he growled and stalked toward the door. He opened the door violently before barking out a "What!"
The person behind the door stuttered and I knew then that it was the Indian girl again. I stepped forward and just looked over his shoulder. In her hands she had some clothing that I assumed was for me. Behind her was a man with a large rolling serving tray with delicious smelling food.
"Love, don't be rude, let them in." Imhotep's back stiffened when I tucked my hand into the back of his sash and tugged him back as I stepped back. He followed, letting the woman and man into the room. The man passed us before disappearing behind a curtain that I had just noticed. He reappeared a second later without the tray. He walked back through the curtain then left the room.
The woman stuttered something about Ofelia apologizing about not being able to help dress me this morning. She pulled a bag away from where it was tied around her hips and extended it towards me. Before I could reach for it, Imhotep had taken it from her hand and opened it. She then extended the clothes which I took from her arms. She stuttered her last orders from Astarte about us meeting her after we had eaten and dressed for the day. After she did that, she turned on her heel, running out the door. I stepped forward to close the door, but I never got there because Imhotep was at my back.
"Get dressed in the room beyond the black curtain. When done go through the red curtain and meet me outside for breakfast." He placed the velvet bag that he had taken from the Indian girl on the clothes in my arms before disappearing.
I shuddered and continued forward to close the door. I turned around to see that Imhotep had not remained in the room. I shrugged and made my way to the black curtain. I walked through and bit of my gasp at the bathroom that Imhotep had. It was bigger than mine and had a very large bath. The mirror against the wall above the sink was beyond large. The high windows let in a hot breeze that reminded me of Egypt.
I smiled before setting my clothes down on the ledge next to some towels. I made my way to the bath and turned it on. It was the standard kind; not the kind like my bathroom has, with billions of knobs for a million different things.
I spend my time in the bath just dozing. I noticed, after I had gotten out, that I felt really tired, even after sleeping another night and day. I look in the mirror and jump back from the reflection.
The tattoos I just got look odd. They look weird because it looks like they are shimmering. I shrug and chalk it up to the lighting in the bathroom. I finished putting on the navy blue wrap around my hips before trying an embroidered sash right above it. I picked up the velvet bag that the girl had brought and opened it.
It was jewelry. Lots and lots of jewelry. Shiny and expensive looking too. I emptied the bag onto a counter and started to spread everything out. By how much jewelry was there, I assumed that it was probably just grabbed by the handful. Ofelia probably was too busy to select certain pieces so she decided to let me do it. I selected small pieces. A couple of rings, silver in color, with a couple of bangles and a single string of silvery thread to wind around my neck a couple of times.
I looked in the mirror and decided that I should probably try not to do my makeup without Ofelia's guiding hand. I step out from behind the curtain and walked through the red curtain to notice that I wasn't outside. I was in a long hallway that had three doors on the left, two doors on the right, and one at the end of the hallway. For now, I ignore the other doors and strode towards the one on the end, open it and I step out onto a balcony.
The heat, while bearable inside to a degree, is suddenly pressing down on me. I could feel sweat break out in seconds and I'm panting like a dog. I can't understand how Imhotep stands it. It's probably because he lived in Egypt for his whole life. That and he is probably used to the heat.
I immediately feel guilt that was slow eating me away after I had helped send him back to hell. The guilt had disappeared as soon as I got here, but it seemed that it hadn't died. I could feel prickling at the back of my eyes. But crying like a broad is the last thing that I want to do right now.
I rub at my eyes as I step closer to the railing of the balcony. I look down and it almost looks like I'm looking down at the Nile. The fact that the water is red like blood and has bodies floating like flotsam is what gives it away as a morbid twin.
The sand looks hot, which means that it is probably hot enough to fry an egg on. I can see where sand starts to turn into cobblestone streets and where the buildings start to turn from residential structures to shops where women, child and men walk in and out of. I can see the giant, spread out market that lies in the middle of the town like a dog that lies in the middle of the hallway. I gaze at the city for a couple more moments before turning and walking around the curve to join Imhotep at breakfast.
Our breakfast I learned, was a standard of a pheasant breakfast, bread, beer, and onion. The fruit and meats that I was not familiar with were there as well. Different spreads for my bread while the different varies of beer where in different sized pitchers.
There was this sweet, frothy, clear beer in a blue pitcher that Imhotep told me was from a guest who I had impressed with my 'beauty'. When I snorted at the thought of someone calling me beautiful, Imhotep poured me another small glass of dark brown liquid. I took it and smelled it before taking a sip. I could smell cinnamon with something else that stung my nose. I glanced up at Imhotep, and when he nodded, I tilted it back and shot it down like tequila.
The result was me hacking up what I thought was chunks of my lungs while Imhotep patted me on the back saying that I should have taken sips. He handed me a glass of water and laughed when I commented back that he should of warned me.
I sipped at the water, soothing the fire that had erupted in my chest, while Imhotep spread a white crème over a slice of dark bread before handing it to me. When I looked at him suspiciously, he laughed and assured me that it was sweet and wouldn't do me any harm. I snorted at his patronizing tone and took a bite.
I was instantly surprised at the taste that instantly flooded my mouth. The dark bread was rye while the crème was still a mystery. I finished my first piece and noticed that Imhotep had piled pieces of fruit on my plate along with two other pieces of the same bread and same spread.
As I dug in, Imhotep told me the plans for the day. After eating, we were going to see Astarte to see what she wanted. When I asked why I had to go, he gave me a strange look before saying that the summons where addressed to the both of us. I nodded and he continued. After going to Astarte, we were to go to the marketplace.
I stopped chewing my piece of melon to stare at Imhotep. I swallowed and asked him why we were going back. He looks at me before smiling. I know feel like he is hiding something from me. As I continue to stare at him he starts to chuckle.
He leans forward and plants a kiss on my lips before leaning back. "Don't worry pet. I'll be going with you this time. Something like the last little…mishap, won't happen again." His eyes flicker towards my plate then up to my face. "Are you done? If you are, we will go."I look down and discover that my plate was empty.
I look up and smile before nodding. He smiles and takes my hand, pulling me out of my chair and away from the table still full of food. He walks through the hallway and into his room he disappears for a second into the bathroom before coming back out and taking my hand to lead me out the door. I mutter something about not being a dog and he laughs.
I stiffen my spine when I hear a step behind me only to see the men who were standing guard outside Imhotep's door start to follow us. I look around them to see the colorful clothes I had seen before the burly men had blocked my sight. There was no one behind them. I frowned but turned my attention back to Imhotep when he tugged on my arm. I smiled at him before walking beside him.
It didn't make me feel any better when he smiled and squeezed my hand. I could still feel eyes burning a trail down my back.
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When we walked into the throne room, I still hadn't forgotten what I had felt outside Imhotep's room.
"Efrat*! Imhotep! How wonderful it is to see you." Astarte smiled creepily before turning to the Indian girl who had come to Imhotep's door this morning. Her smile disappeared. "Leave us."
The girl scurried away and the doors closed behind us. I watched Astarte look intently at me. She looked at my face before making a motion to turn around. I did so and waited before turning at Imhotep's touch at my shoulder. I looked at her face and saw a smirk grow. She turned towards Imhotep before speaking in a language that I didn't understand. I looked back at Imhotep when he answered her in the same language.
They exchanged a couple more words before Astarte turned back towards me. "Imhotep, says that you are going to finish your shopping trip today."
I glanced at Imhotep and turned back to her when he nodded. "Yes, apparently, it probably would have been best if we had done the tattooing after we had finished everything else."
She smiled again. "What are you going to purchase today?"
This time, I didn't answer. Imhotep did with that same language that I didn't understand. Astarte's smile turns predatory before she turns back to me.
"You will enjoy today. Have you thought of purchasing a companion?"
I blanched at the thought of buying a slave just to have a friend. Imhotep noticed and quickly assured me that she meant a pet of some sort. "Oh," I glanced down at my feet before looking back into her face. "No, I hadn't thought that. Ofelia did though. At least she mentioned something of the sort."
Her smile grows soft then she turns back to Imhotep to speak in that strange guttural tongue. He replies back and looks at me. He flashes a smile before turning back to Astarte and talking again.
I can feel my eyebrow twitch and I put both of my hands on my hips and just frown at them. I stand like that for a while before Astarte glances at me and starts to laugh. Imhotep looks and starts to laugh too. He steps close before planting a smooch on my lips. He wraps an arm around my before he starts to move towards the doors. I glance over my shoulder at Astarte and smile.
She stands and says something in that weird tongue. Imhotep stops and turns back towards her. She smiles another smile that isn't as creepy. "Tonight," she rasps, "You will be introduced, Edud*, to the public of hell." She sits back down and waves her hand at us, motioning for us to leave. Imhotep steps out of the throne room and the door closes behind us.
I turn and glare a Imhotep before moving down the hall to where I assume my bedroom would be. He doesn't stop me; he just follows me down the corridor. After a couple of seconds, his hand grasps my wrist and I stop to turn and look at him. The smile that was on his face melted away when I told him that I didn't like to be shown off like a prized possession. I yank my hand away and stomp down the hall.
After taking a bunch of turns, and not getting anywhere, I leaned against a wall and slumped down and put my head on my knees. I felt fingers in my hair and I looked up. I couldn't see anyone. But the feeling of fingers in my hair remained.
"Rick, wake up. Please wake up!"
I closed my eyes and smiled. Evie's voice always seemed to calm me down.
Wait…Evie?
I jumped to my feet and the feeling disappeared.
"Rick! Come back, please!"
I look down the hallway toward where the voice was coming from. There was a bright light filled the end of the hallway. It had a nice pleasant breeze and was warm. A part of me wanted to go to the light. Another part of me was screaming 'What about Imhotep?'. I somehow knew that going into that light would be the worst mistake I had ever made. I stepped back and then Evie's soft voice turned into a scream.
I turned on my heel and ran as fast as I could. I wasn't looking when I slammed into a hard body. Arms wrapped around me before I could bounce back. I looked up into Sargon's narrow face and got shivers down my back. His clothes were rough against my skin
I placed my hands on his chest and started to lightly push to get him to release me. It only made his arms tighten around me. "Let go of me." He didn't answer, he just kept looking at me.
I frowned at him before pushing again. A greasy smile crawled across his face that made me want Imhotep. "Hello, sweetness," he murmured, "Where are you going? Are you running from someone?" His greasy smile grew so it reminded me of the cat who was about to eat the canary. Then his hands started to wonder down my back towards my ass.
I shoved him, which surprised him because he was probably stronger than me. We stood apart, with at least a foot between us. It was shortened when he took a step towards me. When I took a step back from him, I reminded myself that it always seemed that I was running away. I frowned when he threw his head back and started to laugh.
I could feel my anger cementing me to the floor. He continued to laugh until I yelled for him to shut the fuck up. That surprised him, which I knew somehow was very rare to happen. His face twisted in a scowl before he stepped forward and grabbed me by the throat.
I jerked and pulled at his hands. Whatever this guy was, I didn't like. He was too strong to be human. He growled in my ear a language that I didn't understand. It was different from the tongue Imhotep and Astarte was using.
Suddenly outside noises were muffled, all except Sargon's voice that had turned gravelly when he started to speak words I didn't understand. My eyelids started to feel heavy and I had to physically struggle to stay awake. I knew that deep down, if I fell asleep, something bad would happen.
"Thop that." I slurred, my tongue heavy and sticking to the roof of my mouth. My vision began to blur and I thought that I had hit my head again. "Imhteth, wilth kilth you."
Sargon chuckled before continuing to speak. I struggled weakly that made me scream in my head but moan out loud. My body couldn't even handle making noises. My eyes were too heavy to keep open.
Then I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't feel anything. A voice in the back of my head said out-of-body-experience. I opened my eyes and was startled. I could see Sargon holding my slumped form in his arms. I could hear the words but that was the only sense I was able to use. Then my hearing started to fade.
I begun to scream. It was only in my head, but I just couldn't stop myself. Then I just suddenly pulled back into my body, into the dark.
After that, very faintly, I could hear shouting over the strange words being muttered in my ear. Then I was being shook. I know because I could feel my head snapping back and forth on my neck. I could feel Sargon's hands being ripped from my throat and familiar, male, warm hands grasping my shoulders and shaking. I could feel the ground underneath my back.
Then, noise rushed back into my ears and I could hear again. Waves and waves of voices scrambled over each other before I could discern who was who.
"-ick! R-k! RICK!"
"-f you keep -aking him like -at, yo- might damage -im."
"Shut- go get hel-" Someone stopped shaking me.
Voices skipped out and in before they started to flow like they were supposed to. Slowly they began to smooth out.
"What am I supposed to do with him?"
"Make sure he can't get out, that's what! You, go get Ofelia and Astarte!"
"Yes, sir!" Footsteps ran off, away, quickly disappearing.
I sign mentally and just wish I hadn't ran off on Imhotep.
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Finally! This chapter took forever! And I was so hoping to get to the market place section in this chapter!
Originally she was supposed to get to it but she insisted on writing more and more until I forced her to stop. Normally she writes 7 pages but she felt ghastly for making you readers wait so long that she wrote 12.
It started to get so long so I thought it would be best to put the introduction ceremony and market place in the next chapter. Which I'm going to start writing soon.
Yeah right.
~smacks Zaric in the back of the head~