they simply teleport me somewhere even worse?
"I would make an offering of you to the Yeti."
Bear's words startled me for a moment before I remembered the Neanderthal could read minds.
I blinked in confusion. "But I thought you were the Yeti."
He slowed long enough for me to move abreast before resuming those long-legged strides. "Oh, no. There's a real Yeti."
"Really?" I perked up, hearing such an announcement. "You know him?"
Cannibal remained mute, but listened intently to the conversation as he walked along.
"We've met a few times. He's not the social type."
You could say that again . Oh, I guess he was talking about the real Yeti, not the not-so-real one.
His words replayed in my mind. "Wait. Why would you make an offering of me? What does he do with humans?" My heart sped in near panic at the thought of what a Yeti would do with little old me, anything from human stew to knife target practice dummy.
"No one knows what he does with humans."
Gasping, I tossed out another question. "Then why would you want to give me to him?"
"Because, every few years, the villagers pick one woman as the offering to the Yeti. They march her up to a small clearing and leave her for him."
My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open. "They just leave her there? No one knows her fate, but they just abandon one of their family members to whatever may happen?" Outrage flew through my system. I was all for open-mindedness for diverse cultures, but that seemed more than cruel. What happened to human rights? Women's rights? The right to bear arms and castrate evil men?
"For the offering, the Yeti leaves the villagers alone to live their lives in peace."
Yeah, well, goody for the Yeti and the male villagers.
"It's just one virgin every few years," Bear added.
"You sacrifice a virgin to the Yeti?" Shocked, my mouth fell open once more.
He nodded. "Just ahead is the clearing, in fact."
Coming to a sudden realization, I nearly stumbled over my own feet. "But… you can't. I… I'm not a… virgin. I don't fit… the requirements." Words stuttered from my cold lips as I tried to frantically make my overwhelmed mind spin with efficiency.
"But, just an hour ago, you declared you were." Cannibal chose this time to add his two cents worth.
I wanted to kick him in the shin. He was supposed to be opposed to a virginal Shy sacrifice to the frozen volcano god otherwise known as the Yeti. Instead, he was way too helpful. Baboon.
Both men stopped to look down at me. I squirmed. I fidgeted. "I… but… well…" Hanging my head, I took a moment to think a way out of this mess. I forced my chin up and met their eyes. "I don't think the Yeti would want me." There! That told them.
"What's not to want? You're female and a virgin. That's all the requirements he has."
"Yeah, but I'm a born again virgin, not a true virgin. Thus, I don't fit the requirements."
Bear shook his head. "Semantics. The Yeti won't care either way."
I wanted to bend over, grab a handful of snow, and throw it in the bear's face. My bottom lip trembled.
He shrugged. "Make the Yeti happy, the villagers would live in continued peace, you wouldn't be yanking Cannibal off the cliff. Sounds like a win-win all around to me."
"I don't wanna be a Yeti virginal sacrifice!"
A split second later, some huge white hairy creature appeared just in front of me. I barely managed to squeal before it grabbed me by the arm.
The men stopped in their tracks, eyes wide as saucers.
My mouth opened to scream when the world transformed from frozen mountain landscapes with blowing snow, to one of a recently familiar room, one where heat radiated enough to warm a person's cold bones.
Chapter 6
"Please don't make a racket. I'm not sure my ears could handle such noise in a small enclosed area like this."
I spun to stare at the monster that kidnapped me. A few seconds of hyperventilation followed as I looked up at his great height and size. He easily topped the men by a good foot, while those not
"I would make an offering of you to the Yeti."
Bear's words startled me for a moment before I remembered the Neanderthal could read minds.
I blinked in confusion. "But I thought you were the Yeti."
He slowed long enough for me to move abreast before resuming those long-legged strides. "Oh, no. There's a real Yeti."
"Really?" I perked up, hearing such an announcement. "You know him?"
Cannibal remained mute, but listened intently to the conversation as he walked along.
"We've met a few times. He's not the social type."
You could say that again . Oh, I guess he was talking about the real Yeti, not the not-so-real one.
His words replayed in my mind. "Wait. Why would you make an offering of me? What does he do with humans?" My heart sped in near panic at the thought of what a Yeti would do with little old me, anything from human stew to knife target practice dummy.
"No one knows what he does with humans."
Gasping, I tossed out another question. "Then why would you want to give me to him?"
"Because, every few years, the villagers pick one woman as the offering to the Yeti. They march her up to a small clearing and leave her for him."
My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open. "They just leave her there? No one knows her fate, but they just abandon one of their family members to whatever may happen?" Outrage flew through my system. I was all for open-mindedness for diverse cultures, but that seemed more than cruel. What happened to human rights? Women's rights? The right to bear arms and castrate evil men?
"For the offering, the Yeti leaves the villagers alone to live their lives in peace."
Yeah, well, goody for the Yeti and the male villagers.
"It's just one virgin every few years," Bear added.
"You sacrifice a virgin to the Yeti?" Shocked, my mouth fell open once more.
He nodded. "Just ahead is the clearing, in fact."
Coming to a sudden realization, I nearly stumbled over my own feet. "But… you can't. I… I'm not a… virgin. I don't fit… the requirements." Words stuttered from my cold lips as I tried to frantically make my overwhelmed mind spin with efficiency.
"But, just an hour ago, you declared you were." Cannibal chose this time to add his two cents worth.
I wanted to kick him in the shin. He was supposed to be opposed to a virginal Shy sacrifice to the frozen volcano god otherwise known as the Yeti. Instead, he was way too helpful. Baboon.
Both men stopped to look down at me. I squirmed. I fidgeted. "I… but… well…" Hanging my head, I took a moment to think a way out of this mess. I forced my chin up and met their eyes. "I don't think the Yeti would want me." There! That told them.
"What's not to want? You're female and a virgin. That's all the requirements he has."
"Yeah, but I'm a born again virgin, not a true virgin. Thus, I don't fit the requirements."
Bear shook his head. "Semantics. The Yeti won't care either way."
I wanted to bend over, grab a handful of snow, and throw it in the bear's face. My bottom lip trembled.
He shrugged. "Make the Yeti happy, the villagers would live in continued peace, you wouldn't be yanking Cannibal off the cliff. Sounds like a win-win all around to me."
"I don't wanna be a Yeti virginal sacrifice!"
A split second later, some huge white hairy creature appeared just in front of me. I barely managed to squeal before it grabbed me by the arm.
The men stopped in their tracks, eyes wide as saucers.
My mouth opened to scream when the world transformed from frozen mountain landscapes with blowing snow, to one of a recently familiar room, one where heat radiated enough to warm a person's cold bones.
Chapter 6
"Please don't make a racket. I'm not sure my ears could handle such noise in a small enclosed area like this."
I spun to stare at the monster that kidnapped me. A few seconds of hyperventilation followed as I looked up at his great height and size. He easily topped the men by a good foot, while those not
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