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The Offering

... and Cameron backed away from the portal instinctively. She gasped when she saw a flash of movement and glowing eyes. Cameron began to feel ill as she backed away, the lights within the tomb flickering and dimming. Though the yowls and voices grew no louder, the sounds burrowed into Cameron’s mind. With that came knowledge of the meaning. Thief. Defiler. Cameron shook her head in protest and mouthed the word no , her vision growing blurry and her balance leaving her. She leaned against the wall, despite her best efforts to avoid touching the paintings. The onslaught continued, and Cameron slumped down to the floor. She closed her eyes tight and covered her ears, though it did nothing to stop the accusing voices. She continued to shake her head, fighting against the voices and silently protesting that she sought to preserve and protect the tomb, not defile it. Cameron pulled her hands away from her ears when the cacophony suddenly ceased. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes, and gasped when she saw the cat seated before her. The silver-furred and spotted Egyptian Mau stared directly into Cameron’s eyes, its expression somehow conveying both accusation and curiosity at the same time. The eyes of the cat seemed to suck Cameron in, the rest of the world growing hazy around her. A confusing jumble of memories rushed through Cameron’s head, as though her life was flashing before her eyes out of sequence. Her memories seemed to linger in some places, while passing by what she would have ...

... considered momentous occasions with barely a flash. Cameron reeled, and then started when the images suddenly stopped. The world around her slowly spread out from the eyes of the cat before her, eyes that had lost the look of accusation. Cameron distinctly remembered certain parts of her tumultuous memory flashes, notably those about this tomb, Tutankhamen, her brief relationship in college, and her attraction to Cynthia. The Mau stood, stretched, and walked toward the altar in the center of the room. Cameron levered up on her hands, once again mindful that her head was resting against the precious, fragile paintings on the wall. The cat purred as it walked, and then curled its body around the base of the altar. Once again, Cameron’s eyes locked with the shining eyes of the cat. This time, something completely different gripped her. She whimpered as her nipples almost painfully stiffened, pressing hard against her damp blouse. An intense tingle shot through her as wetness flooded her sex. The level of arousal was beyond anything Cameron had ever experienced – insistent, overwhelming. Her clothing felt like a prison, and she tore open her blouse almost before she could form the thought. Buttons clattered across the stone floor as Cameron panted for air. She shrugged off the blouse and popped the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts with a gasp of relief. The same unnatural need prompted her to stand and remove her shorts as well. Cameron stood amidst her discarded clothing, ...