Sacrificial Darling

I'm gonna get one good "I hate you" in before I die

I was sweating bullets as I was escorted up to the building, my hands tied up with an itchy black rope. I knew better than to try running for the second time. I was already a meme, considering that I threw a whole fit when I found out my name got picked and I tried running. It was supposed to be some huge honor to be chosen in my city, but no matter how much I tried to get used to the idea that I may not live to see twenty, it hit me hard when my name was actually called. These last five years have been brutal for every girl in the country. Any girl turning eighteen was nervous out of their minds and any woman finally reaching forty was rejoicing at the idea of being free.

2020. While all the men were rejoicing and getting drunk off their asses for New Years, women between the ages of eighteen through thirty-nine were all picking a God and praying their asses off. I just had one more year to go, but fate is a cruel bitch.

Every one-hundred years, at the "turn of a new century", a five year span of depression begins for women all across the country. Where this country is forced to satiate some... unseen monster. It's said that we've succumb to the wrath of this monster once before, and it apparently destroyed the entirety of the country. It took years for our country to catch up with the rest of the world, and now we're looked at as the idiots who made a deal with a demon, and now five girls every fucking century have to pay the price for old stupidity. They couldn't even get it so the centuries were even, so girls like me get fucked over too.

At least, most people assume it's a demon. Religious nuts say it's an angel, conspiracy theorists think its aliens or something. Me? I just go with the majority and say it's a demon. It has to be some kind of demon. Only a monster would demand repayment in the form of human life. Admittedly he's not that big of a dick, since it's only one girl a year for five years. Five girls in all until the next century. Still, that doesn't suddenly make it okay. One life, five lives, a hundred lives, whatever number. The thing's a murderer and I'm gonna get one good "I hate you" in before I die. It beats screaming or pleading.

"Pay attention," the old fart who dragged me up the stairs pulled at that itchy ass rope again, and I just glared at him. He and I didn't really get along. I spit on him when he was looking me over to make sure my "sacrificial gown" was on the right way and I called him Mr. Babycock on the train ride over here where they had me tied to the seat. I still don't know his name, so that's fun too.

"Why?" I said. "My best friend said I'm just gonna get my head bitten off anyway, does it really matter if I have to look him in the eyes too?" Mr. Babycock looked like he was gonna tell me off, but another one of his old fart friends put a hand on his shoulder. He shot me a different look, though I couldn't tell what it was. It's not like it mattered what he thought, so I just rolled my eyes. Whatever, like I needed his sympathy. At that point, I had the whole world's.

"You could've at least taken off that ratty old hat," Mr. Babycock barked at me as we walked in through the large double doors. I didn't know what I was expecting to see, but it wasn't a plain ass building. There were coffee tables dotted over in corners and soft chairs along with it with an elevator far on the back wall. It didn't really look like a place where girls are decapitated and or eaten alive.

"I dunno, I guess I'm hoping to give the bastard indigestion," I joked. Not one of the old codgers even smiled, so I just looked straight ahead. I guess I made the right call as all of the men pulled away behind me, looking nervous. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't. I couldn't fight the fear that suddenly took over me. I knew running wouldn't help. The old farts may be just that, old, but they're armed. I guess it would be a little better than getting eaten alive, but I'd still be dead so what good does that do? Even though I was shaking, I refused to cry. I refused to cry in front of this murderer. He wasn't worth i...

"Is this her?" 

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Hello everyone! So this is new for me. I tend to write stories like this in my personal time and for my personal writing, I don't usually post it. But! I have a lot of faith in this story and the idea could be fun to mess around with! I don't know where this story could go but wherever it goes, I hope you enjoy it! If you do, leave a comment and a vote! Who knows, maybe this really will be something! 

(And if you didn't get the gist from the description or the language this story is made for people age 18 or older. Though I know a lot of people ignore that anyway. But I warned you! You can't say I didn't because I did!) 

- Zariell