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hathor_girlChapter 6: Chosen
Rosha POV
We are pushed into a room full of people - we can only barely get in, and the Jaffa yell at those already there to move aside. People squeeze together and we get inside. The door slams shut behind us.
A quick look tells me there is one or two other groups from my village, but the rest of the people in here are unknown to me. I feel terrified, and from the looks on peoples faces, that is the general feeling.
It is only a few minutes later before a door opens in the other end of the room, and several Jaffa enter, yelling a people to move aside. Everyone quickly does.
A beautiful woman, with long dark hair enters. She wears some kind of strange headpiece with what looks like horns on it. She is dressed in a shimmering close-fitting dress. She looks at us with an arrogant, evil expression, and I feel cold. I know this is the god!
"Bow for you goddess, Queen Bastet!" The Jaffa leader barks at us.
Everyone does their best to obey, several falling since there is so little room in here. Bastet smirks. "Pathetic!" She turns around and walks out the same way. "Bring them - twenty at a time!" She orders before she leaves.
Several times now, I have seen people being pushed into the other room, twenty at a time. They all look as terrified as I feel. I can hear music and laughter from in there when the door is open - as if a party or some sort of celebration is going on. I wonder what happens in there?
Part of me knows. Hosts are chosen. I wonder how many? And what will happen to the rest?
We are only maybe forty left in here now. So either next time or the time after, it is my turn. I close my eyes and pray to Ishtur, hoping he will hear me and save me.
Then it happens - the Jaffa grabs me and push me ahead of them, together with the rest of the group. I cry helplessly. The Jaffa could not care less about my tears.
The room we enter is decorated richly in garish colours. Bastet sits in a throne on a dais at one end of the room. There is a large open space before her, and along the sides many people are sitting, all dressed in expensive clothing and jewelry - and all of those well-dressed people have on that feared ribbon-device I have seen drawings of.
I realise they are all gods! They must be minor gods in service of this Bastet. I wonder - the idea itself is treasonous, but seeing this, how can I now think it? - that Ishkur is one of her servant gods?
Of course, even a minor god is infinitely above a lowly human such as myself.
The room is milling with servants - humans - and Jaffa guards, so Bastet obviously has more than enough slaves, unless she wants them for hard work. And would those be chosen specifically, bathed, and dressed?
No, we are to be hosts. I know that now. That is my fate. There is nothing I can do.
Following an order from Bastet, we are lined up beside each other, facing her. To my left is a young woman from my village - Kiwwa. I have always admired her beauty, and I'm not surprised she is here. She has been crying, and I give her a weak smile. Empty support from a fellow victim, I know.
To my right stands a handsome young man with brown hair. When he briefly look in my direction, I notice he has very beautiful pale blue-grey eyes. He looks at me for a moment. He is very slender, but still looks strong. It is no wonder they have chosen him – I have never seen anyone so attractive.
I realise I am staring, and blushing, I look away. He doesn't notice, though - all his attention is focused on a beautiful woman to his right, with long shining black hair and olive skin. She is stunning and I realise I would not have had a chance against such a rival - even if the situation was different.
Suddenly the full reality of the situation hits me again, and I forget about everything else. I close my eyes and start praying to Ishkur again.
Martouf's POV
I stand between Seka and another young woman. Further away, to the right of Seka, stands Katof. I ignore him and look at the strange woman on my left for a moment.
Surprised, I realise she is as pale as I am, and her eyes are a clear blue colour. She is the first I have seen outside of our own family who does not have brown or black eyes.
I knew people existed with other eyecolours, hair colours, skin colours...many many differences. I have read it in our books, and my family would have to come from somewhere. However, I have never seen proof. I find I like this diversity, even if she is an exotic sight.
Looking at her some more, I realise she is beautiful, with a very attractive figure. As attractive as Seka, but I do not know this person. Seka...I look back at her. If these are our last moments as...well, what happens if you are made a host? The body obviously doesn't die, but they say the soul, the mind...the person does.
I will spend my last moments looking at Seka, dreaming of what could have been.
Bastet has looked at us for some time, and then several Jaffa step forward...seven of them. The 'goddess' smiles at them.
"My children - come forward and look at these offerings. I hope some of these may be to your satisfaction..."
Then, out of the bellies of the Jaffa, small creatures - the larval form of the gods, I know from books - stick their heads. It is a terrifying sight - and it confirms that we are to become hosts.
Around me, people scream and start to back away, but Jaffa guards step up to them and threaten them until they get back in line. I swallow and steel myself.
I long for the time when I could have comforted myself by praying to Morrigan. How I wish for the safety I felt in believing she was guarding us!
The Jaffa - with the young 'gods' looking out, slowly walk past all of us. Returning to Bastet, her... children make several squealing sounds to her. She smiles and nods.
"Undress number 2, 4, 12, 13, 14, and 15. Have the rest sent directly to the breeding world."
Undress? Why? Wait! I look at the line, and realise I am number 14.
Only the six of us are still standing before Bastet. We are all naked. While it is uncomfortable to be naked in front of all these people - and more than a little embarrassing with Seka beside me - I must admit I took the opportunity to look at Seka. She is even more attractive than I had imagined. She blushes and is clearly even more uncomfortable with the situation than I am. I feel like embracing her and comforting her.
Against my wish, I feel my body begin to react to the sight, and I quickly look away - and see the young woman to my left. She is gorgeous, and more blood rushes to my groin. I look up, embarrassed, and realise she is sobbing - her culture probably more modest than mine, where nudity in itself is not considered shameful.
I do wish I had some clothes so I could hide my body's reaction...and in a situation such as this! Taking one look at the Jaffa, I forget all about beautiful women. The Jaffa have a very 'cooling' effect on my slight erection, and I again feel the fear from before. We are going to be hosts!
Rosha POV
We are pushed into a room full of people - we can only barely get in, and the Jaffa yell at those already there to move aside. People squeeze together and we get inside. The door slams shut behind us.
A quick look tells me there is one or two other groups from my village, but the rest of the people in here are unknown to me. I feel terrified, and from the looks on peoples faces, that is the general feeling.
It is only a few minutes later before a door opens in the other end of the room, and several Jaffa enter, yelling a people to move aside. Everyone quickly does.
A beautiful woman, with long dark hair enters. She wears some kind of strange headpiece with what looks like horns on it. She is dressed in a shimmering close-fitting dress. She looks at us with an arrogant, evil expression, and I feel cold. I know this is the god!
"Bow for you goddess, Queen Bastet!" The Jaffa leader barks at us.
Everyone does their best to obey, several falling since there is so little room in here. Bastet smirks. "Pathetic!" She turns around and walks out the same way. "Bring them - twenty at a time!" She orders before she leaves.
Several times now, I have seen people being pushed into the other room, twenty at a time. They all look as terrified as I feel. I can hear music and laughter from in there when the door is open - as if a party or some sort of celebration is going on. I wonder what happens in there?
Part of me knows. Hosts are chosen. I wonder how many? And what will happen to the rest?
We are only maybe forty left in here now. So either next time or the time after, it is my turn. I close my eyes and pray to Ishtur, hoping he will hear me and save me.
Then it happens - the Jaffa grabs me and push me ahead of them, together with the rest of the group. I cry helplessly. The Jaffa could not care less about my tears.
The room we enter is decorated richly in garish colours. Bastet sits in a throne on a dais at one end of the room. There is a large open space before her, and along the sides many people are sitting, all dressed in expensive clothing and jewelry - and all of those well-dressed people have on that feared ribbon-device I have seen drawings of.
I realise they are all gods! They must be minor gods in service of this Bastet. I wonder - the idea itself is treasonous, but seeing this, how can I now think it? - that Ishkur is one of her servant gods?
Of course, even a minor god is infinitely above a lowly human such as myself.
The room is milling with servants - humans - and Jaffa guards, so Bastet obviously has more than enough slaves, unless she wants them for hard work. And would those be chosen specifically, bathed, and dressed?
No, we are to be hosts. I know that now. That is my fate. There is nothing I can do.
Following an order from Bastet, we are lined up beside each other, facing her. To my left is a young woman from my village - Kiwwa. I have always admired her beauty, and I'm not surprised she is here. She has been crying, and I give her a weak smile. Empty support from a fellow victim, I know.
To my right stands a handsome young man with brown hair. When he briefly look in my direction, I notice he has very beautiful pale blue-grey eyes. He looks at me for a moment. He is very slender, but still looks strong. It is no wonder they have chosen him – I have never seen anyone so attractive.
I realise I am staring, and blushing, I look away. He doesn't notice, though - all his attention is focused on a beautiful woman to his right, with long shining black hair and olive skin. She is stunning and I realise I would not have had a chance against such a rival - even if the situation was different.
Suddenly the full reality of the situation hits me again, and I forget about everything else. I close my eyes and start praying to Ishkur again.
Martouf's POV
I stand between Seka and another young woman. Further away, to the right of Seka, stands Katof. I ignore him and look at the strange woman on my left for a moment.
Surprised, I realise she is as pale as I am, and her eyes are a clear blue colour. She is the first I have seen outside of our own family who does not have brown or black eyes.
I knew people existed with other eyecolours, hair colours, skin colours...many many differences. I have read it in our books, and my family would have to come from somewhere. However, I have never seen proof. I find I like this diversity, even if she is an exotic sight.
Looking at her some more, I realise she is beautiful, with a very attractive figure. As attractive as Seka, but I do not know this person. Seka...I look back at her. If these are our last moments as...well, what happens if you are made a host? The body obviously doesn't die, but they say the soul, the mind...the person does.
I will spend my last moments looking at Seka, dreaming of what could have been.
Bastet has looked at us for some time, and then several Jaffa step forward...seven of them. The 'goddess' smiles at them.
"My children - come forward and look at these offerings. I hope some of these may be to your satisfaction..."
Then, out of the bellies of the Jaffa, small creatures - the larval form of the gods, I know from books - stick their heads. It is a terrifying sight - and it confirms that we are to become hosts.
Around me, people scream and start to back away, but Jaffa guards step up to them and threaten them until they get back in line. I swallow and steel myself.
I long for the time when I could have comforted myself by praying to Morrigan. How I wish for the safety I felt in believing she was guarding us!
The Jaffa - with the young 'gods' looking out, slowly walk past all of us. Returning to Bastet, her... children make several squealing sounds to her. She smiles and nods.
"Undress number 2, 4, 12, 13, 14, and 15. Have the rest sent directly to the breeding world."
Undress? Why? Wait! I look at the line, and realise I am number 14.
Only the six of us are still standing before Bastet. We are all naked. While it is uncomfortable to be naked in front of all these people - and more than a little embarrassing with Seka beside me - I must admit I took the opportunity to look at Seka. She is even more attractive than I had imagined. She blushes and is clearly even more uncomfortable with the situation than I am. I feel like embracing her and comforting her.
Against my wish, I feel my body begin to react to the sight, and I quickly look away - and see the young woman to my left. She is gorgeous, and more blood rushes to my groin. I look up, embarrassed, and realise she is sobbing - her culture probably more modest than mine, where nudity in itself is not considered shameful.
I do wish I had some clothes so I could hide my body's reaction...and in a situation such as this! Taking one look at the Jaffa, I forget all about beautiful women. The Jaffa have a very 'cooling' effect on my slight erection, and I again feel the fear from before. We are going to be hosts!