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bagged. She went to the far end
of the small room, it had grown dark and she had to feel her way with
her hands. Every wall ended precisely where another one started,
there was no outside door.
    Depressed
and fearful she ate her cheese and drank the water remaining in the
bowl. Eventually her youthful spirits revived. She had a full belly
and had slept much better, despite the circumstances, than she had in
weeks. She began to pace the narrow confines, her mind grappling with
the question of how best to escape.
    The
door opened and a rough looking man with a black cloak pulled her
arm. She balked at his touch.
    “ Who
are you?” Lania demanded but he didn’t answer.
    The
streets were dark but not quiet. The villagers were lined along them,
torches guttering in the soft breeze. A pale sliver of moon hung
overhead, stars pricked the ebony sky and she stared upward, a prayer
forming on her lips as she understood what was taking place.
    This
was a ritual and she was about to be sacrificed to the gods. Her
blood froze in her veins and her feet dragged, she fought back,
kicking and shrieking but they pulled her inexorably onward. By the
time they came to the river she was screaming curses. Her throat was
raw and her feet were sore, there was more than one of the men that
dragged her who had a limp and she felt some satisfaction in knowing
their testicles and shins would throb painfully for at least the
night.
    Anger
overcame her fear as they bound her to the tree. Her wrists were
pulled behind her and tied tightly, her feet were left bare. The
priest moved closer, chanting and flicking oil at her hair. It
glittered there, like fat little stars hung in the ebony tresses that
hung to her back.
    Pan
saw the proceedings taking place. Normally the exploits of humans
bored him, they had so little imagination really. The woman tied to
the tree, however, was gorgeous enough to rival the wood nymph he had
been chasing the night before. He peered at her from the reeds where
he was searching for that nymph and was pleased at the sight: long
black hair hanging in a silky cloud, unblemished white skin and dark
eyes that turned up slightly at the corners. Her mouth was as red as
passion berries and her body was ripe and lean all at once. Her
breasts were heavy and full, they strained against the fabric of her
robes. Her hips swelled out below a tiny waist and flat belly and her
bare feet were highly arched and slender.
    His
cock throbbed at the sight of her but he hung back. Most humans died
after mating with gods. Then again, he was a demigod so she had a
chance, he thought, a grin growing on his face. Picking up his flute
he moved closer as the other humans began to weave their way back to
their village.
    Lania
trembled with fear as the wind began to blow. Oddly enough it sounded
like a faint little melody. Her fingers scrabbled at the knots and
she cursed soundly, words she had heard her father and brothers use
and would never have dared to say if they were anywhere around for
fear of certain reprisal.
    She
stopped digging at the knots, her senses reaching out to the
darkness. There was no wind, she realized. Her skin was untouched by
a breeze, no trees or flowers moved.
    The
tune she heard wasn’t the wind blowing through the reeds but,
rather, an actual tune.
    Her
breath caught in her throat and she felt dizzy as she saw the figure
coming toward her. It was a man, or something like a man at any rate.
His face was handsome, all chiseled angles and full sensual lips
under a head full of black hair.
    But
there were horns jutting out from his high forehead and while he had
powerful shoulders and a trim waist and flat abs he had hairy back
legs that could only be called goat-like. That wasn’t all, from
his naked groin swung an enormous penis, fully engorged.
    Lania
screamed. She nearly dislocated her wrists trying to get away. Her
feet pressed against the ground and she literally attempted to raise
herself up the tree, to climb it while