Deep within a sprawling, unclaimed wilderness, a domain where ancient forest grudgingly ceded ground to suffocating swamp, stood an ominous, weathered altar. Its rough-hewn stone, dark and seemingly untouched by any civilized hand, formed a stark monument amidst the twisting, gnarled trees and the murky, still waters below. Upon this chilling, cold stone slab, smooth and unsettlingly pristine, lay a young woman.
In a slight indent on the stone slab that led to the altar monument, a patch of dark, dried blood marred the surface, a chilling testament to recent violence.
The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, her form utterly exposed, fully naked to the oppressive air. Her features were strikingly defined even in the stillness of repose: a cascade of dark, raven black strands of hair spilled across the cold stone like spilled ink, contrasting sharply with the pallor of her skin. Her figure was mature and compelling, her prominent breasts hinting at a natural power that defied her vulnerable, unconscious state. Her skin, impossibly smooth and creamy against the ruggedness of her surroundings, seemed to glow faintly in the gloom. However, between her legs, upon her sex, there was a gruesome mix of blood and sperm, stark and horrifying against her pale skin.
Around the base of the slab, arranged with an unnerving, almost ritualistic precision, were several small, perfectly conical piles of fine, pale dust, each evenly spaced as if left by an unseen, meticulous hand. These unsettling remnants, ghostly against the dark earth, offered no clue to the macabre ceremony that might have just concluded, but the scene on the slab spoke volumes of a terrifying violation.
The young woman's unnatural amethyst eyes fluttered open. She let out a slight groan as she closed her eyes tightly, wincing at the searing, painful headache that hammered behind her temples. It was so intense she thought her head could split open at any moment.
"Ow," she murmured, her voice a soft, smooth as honey sound that seemed almost out of place in the grim wilderness. On instinct, she reached up, her fingers pressing against her temples, beginning to rub them in slow, desperate circles. It didn't make the pain vanish, but the relentless throbbing dulled to a slightly more bearable ache.
She finally opened her eyes again, and above her, she saw the vast, indifferent night sky, a swirling canvas of stars and deep cosmic blackness. Slowly, with a pained grunt, she began to push herself up to a sitting position, wincing as fresh pain shot through her body. A deeper, aching soreness throbbed between her legs, and though she didn't know why, a profound wave of disgust washed over her, an instinctual revulsion for something she couldn't recall. It was then that the biting chill of the air made her realize she was completely naked, her nipples hardening and standing at attention.
Her gaze swept around frantically, searching for anything—a shred of cloth, a leaf, anything to cover herself. But the only things that met her eyes were the unsettling, oddly neat piles of dust at the altar's base, the dark smear of dried blood in the indent on the stone slab, and the horrifying, dried mixture of blood and semen starkly visible on her thighs and sex.
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