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Chapter 3

He watched her absent-mindedly through the bars as she sat in a dirty cell with chains around her wrists. She was wearing a dirty sack dress that went to her knees. He was dressed in a uniform of black and red, with what appeared to be a red cape draping behind. Its placement defied physics in that it didn’t seem to be cloth, but instead an undulating red trail emanating from the back of his uniform. Beside him was another man, clad in black and yellow with curly blonde hair and irises so dark brown they looked like voids staring into her. The blonde man had a bemused smile on his face.

“So, this is the lady you were telling me about. She is lovely.”

“That’s a stupid statement,” he said bluntly.

“Don’t be that way, you know I’m only admiring your handiwork. It’s legendary. She truly looks like a human.” Indeed, the two men, while human in features, were unnaturally perfect. “Any particular reason you chose this form for her?”

He tilted his head and said, “I found her on earth. This body looks most like her. That shade of brown in her hair and her honey colored eyes. I took one of the other bodies that looked most like her and tweaked it just a little, just to try to capture what she looks like in real life. It was a poor and hurried attempt.”

The blonde man tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand and offered him a wide smile, “Hey, that kind of interest means only one thing. Do you think she’s…you know?”

He took a deep breath and said, “There’s a chance, but with eight billion humans currently alive on the planet I’m not getting my hopes up.”

The man shook his head and said, “It’s such a shame you couldn’t incarnate. So close too! This last time was your closest chance in decades,” he shook his head more, “But alas, you plopped in the toilet as a wad of cells and blood. Your mother didn’t even quite know what happened. One flush later and there went your life with her.”

He hid his revulsion at the man’s description of the miscarriage. Instead he kept his gaze fixed on the woman.

“Oh, come on, don’t be so sour.”

He didn’t reply.

“Well, what do you think about tonight then? Eh? Let’s change the subject. Do you think she’ll entertain?”

He shook his head, “I never know. That’s part of the thrill, wouldn’t you say?” He turned to his friend and offered a smile. Inside though he was furious. His friend had hit a touchy subject and it might well have ruined the mood for him, his mind already catching in a mental cycle.

His friend didn’t pick up on the withheld animosity. He lit up at the offered smile and said, “Let’s head up, then shall we? Or the spectators will get restless. No need to keep an audience waiting!” He sang that last sentence and pointed his finger into the air as he walked away.

He stayed behind for a moment, letting his gaze linger on her a while longer. She was still not entirely in the body, so she must still be falling asleep on earth. No matter, she was sure to settle in the body soon enough. His thoughts raced, and his mood darkened still from the matter of his failed incarnation. Not wasting another moment, he turned from her confused stare to follow his friend up to their seats in the royal box seat.

*

She was delirious and confused. Her mind wasn’t in synch with her sight but in time she caught on that she was in a cell with shackles around her wrists. The iron bars squealed and crunched open. A large figure loomed over her and picked her up by the shoulder. After a lot of blinking she saw it was a minotaur, huge and black. He didn’t look down at her as he pulled her to her feet and out the cell. She shook her head in disbelief as he led her down a corridor towards a large pair of doors. A throbbing, roaring sound was on the other side. A crowd?

He flung the doors open and she saw a wide, dirt space with a large ring in the middle from which a chain was attached. It was an arena with a clearing about two hundred feet in diameter. The people all around were chanting something, but she couldn’t tell. As she tried to get a good view of them she realized most of them did not look human. There were various humanoid forms, some animal, some utterly foreign to anything on earth. They all sat on stone benches around her, but above there seemed to be no ceiling, only blackness that encroached from above casting a shadow above everyone’s head.

Now she was aware. She was starting to put the pieces together and she looked around desperately. There in a private box, was the man. He sat in a throne of red and gold with one foot resting on one knee and looking down at her placidly. He was watching very carefully. His expression calm but his gaze fixed.

The minotaur removed her shackles, but his hand was on one of her wrists and she couldn’t struggle away. Without noticing her attempts at escape, he lifted the end of the long chain attached to the arena floor and clamped the metal cuff to her wrist, shutting it tight. Then he left.

She looked down at it, hoping to undo the latch, but there was no latch. It was solid as though it sealed itself by magic. She started to twist the chain, but it was so long the prospect of twisting it enough to break it would take too long and she was certain they wouldn’t give her enough time to finish breaking it.

Sure enough, a blonde man sitting next to the black-haired one stood up and with a booming voice said, “Ladies and Gentlemen! Beasts of all kinds! Good evening and welcome to tonight’s entertainment! Here before you we have our star! A fair maiden, helplessly chained to the arena floor.”

The crowd around her went wild.

“Open the gates!”

The door she came from opened again with a grind and the sound of snarling broke through the cacophony.

“Here we have our personal pack of well-trained hounds. These are indeed the same species which often haunt the woods in the wild hunt. These however have been bred specifically for your entertainment! Let the event begin!”

The crowd roared so loud she could barely hear the hounds. They were as large as mastiffs, black as a void, with massive, meaty heads. Their eyes were dark, and they watched her closely. She backed away, unsure of what to do at first, but then she looked down at the chain attached to her right hand. Her fingers wrapped around it and she flicked her wrist. The chain snapped and undulated. Perfect.

Their approach was slow, but as they got close enough she yanked the chain hard, swinging it up off the ground and smacking one across the face. It didn’t seem to phase the animal. The chain might as well have hit a brick wall. Her heart pounded in her chest as her adrenaline went up. The hound looked at the chain and snarled as his gaze drifted back to her. She tried backing up and that was when he lunged, the other four lunging right after.

She found her feet and booked it, but they were faster. The air knocked out of her as one of them smashed into her from behind, throwing her onto the ground. She tried rolling, but there were five of them and there was no escaping them all.

She felt a rush of pain as one of them clamped onto her shoulder and with a jerk threw her to the side, flipping her onto her back. She tried flipping over and crawling away but another one took hold of her ankle and bit hard as he yanked her towards him. She yelled, and the crowd cheered at the first sound of pain. Claws dug at her side, trying to flip her again. The claws were razored and as she jerked in reaction to the tearing pain she looked to see that they were sharpened and gleaming a metallic gleam in the dull light. They had torn deep and she tried to roll away, but a third one had clamped a wet maw onto her thigh, holding her in place.

She screamed in panic, trying to tear away, but the fourth hound was clamped on her shoulder again. It pulled, tearing through the skin and yanking at the sad excuse for clothing that she was wearing. Pain throbbed through her right shoulder and she tried to gouge the eyes out of that hound, but the one that had been ripping at her side took hold of that arm and violently thrashed, popping her shoulder out of place. A wail of agony left her. Terror had taken hold and waves of fear and pain pulsed through her from the places where their teeth had bitten into her limbs.

The one at her ankle moved up and grabbed the hem of her clothing, thrashing in an attempt to rip it off. The one at her shoulder did the same and the fifth one tore at it with his claws around her midsection. She was hoarse from screaming and tears streamed down her face which was contorted in agony. She barely noticed that she was calling for help.

Her face turned to see the body maker watching her. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes wide. Any hint of a smile was long gone. He looked like Nero on his throne, a madness or a fury locked behind those eyes. She reached for him but he looked away and her chest heaved in a sob.

The dress was torn free, exposing her naked body. The tearing from the fifth hound had shredded her abdomen and torn loose her intestines. One of them was tearing at the meat of her inner thigh. His jaws tearing and working at the muscle with a thrashing motion that sent a wave through her body, popping all her joints and jostling her breasts painfully.

She felt a chunk of flesh rip away from the assaulted thigh. Meanwhile her right arm was being held down and torn into by the other hound. As the hound that tore a piece of her thigh off worked on his prize, another one tried to pull her towards him. The one at her shoulder growled and pulled back. The one at her left leg growled and tried to get a better grip on her thigh, clamping down on it, but as the flesh gave way he thought better of it and moved up between her legs where he had bone to dig his teeth into. Another wave of pain went through her as his teeth dug in. She could feel his wet tongue pressing against her crotch, moving and undulating with anticipation of the meal. The two battling hounds thrashed, loosening more organs.

One of the hounds decided there was no use in fighting and began to press his muzzle into her entrails, sniffing for his first bite. She could feel him digging around inside of her and she reached down to try to dig at his eyes, but the one at her shoulder released and clamped down on her throat. Panic rushed through again. Wide eyed and gasping she forgot the one at her abdomen and tried to pull at the one on her throat. The pressure mounting in her head.

The combined sensations of her throat being closed, her organs sifted through, and her vulva being rubbed by the wet tongue came together and mounted in waves with each thrash and each pull. Her body trembled from the trauma, and the motion of her breasts caught the attention of the hound working on her right arm. He clamped on her right breast and finally her orgasm blossomed. It was a wave of pleasure through the pain and she let out a ragged moan. The hound’s jaws clamped shut against it, cutting it short with a guttural choke. Her eyes rolled back, both with orgasm, and against the pain. Her tongue was forced out and blood pooled in her mouth, pouring out onto the dirt.

With a ragged exhale and a shudder her body relaxed, and she could no longer move. She could still feel though, trapped in her dead body. One hound continued to dig around and feast on her organs while another tore at and devoured her breasts. The one at her throat pulled and took her neck with one mouthful. Her head rolled lazily to the side, giving her a view of the body maker. He was looking in her direction but clearly, he had lost interest.

The one between her legs hadn’t ceased his thrashing, and finally her spine had broken in enough places that things loosened and with the help of the other hound at her leg, she was pulled apart. Despite the separation, she could still feel them chewing at her legs and pulled off the flesh around her pubic bone. The hound took what flesh he could in one bite, leaving the area in shreds. He worked on her backside from that position, pulling open a hole from where he started removing lower intestines and reproductive organs. His hunger was voracious, and he hardly savored his mouthful before digging at the wide hole where her vagina once was, pressing his muzzle, sniffing around for more. The invasion sent another wave of pleasure through her, but she no longer felt it in her body. Or at least, she wasn’t sure she did. The pain had certainly dulled significantly, but the pleasure was still there, like rolling waves as her body was eaten.
His attention shifted and with his nose he tried to flip her lower half over, so he could work on the large mounds of meat that were there. She didn’t have the largest hips, but they were round, and they were meaty.

The hound that had eaten off her chest was finished and worked at burrowing his face into her chest cavity, looking for more. The hound that had been at her throat clamped down on what was left of her neck and started to twist. After a few attempts the bone snapped and the cartilage tore, freeing her head from her body. The hound threw it aside and her vision was disrupted by the odd sensation of the world flipping around at odd angles.

All around the crowd was cheering. After her head had been removed the doors opened again and a few minotaurs came out. It was time to put the dogs away. She felt them being pulled from her one by one, then she felt the pieces of her body being picked up. Last was her head, which was lifted by the hair. Back through the doors they went and into a large cell where the hounds were kept. Her pieces were thrown to them and finally she blacked out.