Helix wanted towatchLyra be caught. He wanted to watch her struggle. He wanted to see if she could take their cocks, their claws, their teeth.
Because every one of those things onhim, was going to be worse.
Am I scared?
Slightly. But in a good way.
In the end, I'm going to get what I came for.
My deepest, darkest desire made real.
I pick up the blindfold, holding it in my hands as I notice a rope anchored to the right side of the entrance, thick and rough, disappearing into the maze at waist height. A small card hangs from it on a string:
If you get lost, follow the rope. It will take care of you.
Take care of me.
What does that mean?
Does it lead to the center? To him? To one of the monsters?
There's no way to know.
I'm smiling when I put the ear buds in and they come to life with the sound of heavy breathing. Wet and throbbing when I tie the blind fold on.
The breathing fills my skull, like something alive pressed against my ear from the inside.
Then the whisper comes.
"Welcome, my little slut."
My pussy clenches so hard my knees nearly buckle.
"You are about to have the experience of a lifetime."
His voice is everywhere. Inside me. Around me. The earbuds seal out the jungle sounds completely—no birds, no wind, no rustling leaves.
Just him.
"When you're ready, take eight steps forward."
Eight steps.
Eight steps.
In the story, Lyra took eight steps before the purple powder blinded her. Eight steps into the mouth of the maze before she lost her sight and had to trust the monster's voice to guide her.
I'm already blind.
Already trusting.
I take the first step, and the powdery earth shifts under my bare foot like it's been waiting for me.
One.
"That's it, little slut. Keep walking for me."
Two.
