Five Sentence Fiction: “Betrothed”

I wait in the pentagram, standing in bare feet and white dress, for my beloved, my intended husband, my demon King. They encircle me, chanting, thinking that I am a pawn, an offering, a sacrifice. They imagine that they control me. They imagine that, through me, they will control Him.

They don’t know who they’re dealing with.

6 comments:

  1. Like the Gothic feel of the this one. Interesting take on the prompt!

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  2. Reminds me of some of Karen Marie Moning's "Fever" series...makes me want to read more, a LOT more!

    D.B. McNicol
    Romance & Mystery...writing my life

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  3. Well ALRIGHT! It's about time somebody turned the tables on "them." Good Show, David!

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    1. Thanks! :-) I have a feeling 'they' are going to have a very bad day. ;-)

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