The room was dim, illuminated only by the flickering light of the fire that lay dormant beneath the massive iron grate. My knees pressed into the cold stone floor as I gazed up at Femcan Lana. Her voice was soft yet commanding, with a touch of amusement as she explained my fate.
“You’ll crawl onto the grate,” she said, her tone almost soothing. “The fire will start slowly, building beneath you. And as the song ‘On Their Bones’ plays, the grate will begin to spin, cooking you alive until you’re perfect.”
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my heart race. Was this fear? Or was it something darker, something deeper? The very idea of being cooked alive should have been horrifying, but a strange thrill coursed through me. This was my destiny, after all. I was born for this.
But still, my body trembled.
“I—I don’t know if I can do this,” I stammered, my voice cracking.
Femcan Lana knelt before me, her sharp eyes locking onto mine. “Oh, you can,” she said with a knowing smile. “This is what you were made for, little pig. There’s no turning back now.”
Her words struck something within me. I was a piggyman, wasn’t I? This was my purpose, my moment to fulfill the role I’d been preparing for. Yet, the thought of the flames licking at my skin, of the slow agony as my body turned over the fire, made my stomach churn with terror.
I looked at the grate, its metal bars gleaming ominously. My breaths came shallow and quick, my hands shaking as I crawled forward. The closer I got, the louder the pounding in my chest became.
As my hands touched the cold metal, tears blurred my vision.
“I don’t want to die,” I whispered, the words barely audible.
Femcan Lana’s voice was firmer now, but not unkind. “You don’t have to want it,” she said. “It doesn’t change what’s coming. Embrace it. Be the feast you were meant to be.”
I felt her hand on my shoulder, steadying me, pushing me forward. The mix of fear and excitement was overwhelming, a storm of emotions I couldn’t control. This was the ultimate surrender, the final act of devotion.
As I crawled fully onto the grate, I heard the first notes of ‘On Their Bones’ begin to play. My body tensed, but I couldn’t stop now. The room seemed to blur around me, the faces of the audience melting into shadows as the music swelled.
The fire beneath me roared to life, the heat rising in waves, kissing my skin with its promise of pain and inevitability. The grate shuddered and began to turn, slow at first, then faster, as the melody grew louder.
A scream tore from my lips, not just from fear but from the strange, dark euphoria of knowing this was it. My destiny. My purpose. My end.
As the flames climbed higher, licking at my flesh, I closed my eyes. The music drowned out everything—the crackle of the fire, the murmurs of the crowd, even my own cries. There was nothing left but the song and the heat, consuming me entirely.
And in those final moments, I realized: I was finally becoming what I was meant to be.
