Chapter 6
by splotch
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Evelyn makes her escape!
Her bare feet pounded against the stone as she sprinted through the narrow passages, her breasts bouncing with each stride. She could feel the grit of the sand in every crevice of her body, a constant reminder of the curse's unrelenting grip. Her heart was a drum in her chest, each beat echoing through the tomb like a taunt to the creature pursuing her. The walls were lined with ancient weaponry, but she dared not take the time to arm herself, knowing that any delay could mean the end of her escape. What good would a weapon do against an ancient evil and an all too real curse anyway?
The mummy's heavy footsteps echoed ominously through the tomb, the sound of its bandages scraping against the floor sending shivers down her spine. Its eyes, those piercing emeralds, seemed to bore into her very soul, promising a fate far worse than mere nudity. Evelyn pushed herself to her limits, her lungs burning as she rounded another corner and saw a glint of light ahead—the exit.
A third trap lay in wait: a floor that gave way to a pool of quicksand. With a gasp, she leaped over the edge, her legs kicking wildly as she barely missed the deadly embrace of the shifting sands. She landed hard on the opposite side, her naked body skidding across the stone. She looked back and saw the mummy magically walk right over the shifting sands, magically staying on the surface as it hobbled along.
Seizing the moment, Evelyn dashed towards the light. The mummy's arms reached out, its fingers mere inches from her ankle. She could feel its cold, desiccated grip, but she was too close to give up now. With a final burst of strength, she flung herself through the exit, the sun's harsh glare blinding her for a moment. The heat was a stark contrast to the tomb's cold, and she blinked rapidly, adjusting to the sudden change.
The desert winds howled around her, and she stumbled, her bare skin exposed to the elements. The curse had left her **** in more ways than one, but she had made it out alive. As the tomb's entrance sealed shut behind her, she could almost feel the curse's grip loosening. Her breathing slowed, and she took stock of her situation. She was naked, covered in dust, and had just outsmarted a vengeful mummy. Yet, amidst the chaos, a strange sense of exhilaration began to take root within her.
Her team looked on in astonishment as she emerged, their jaws dropping at the sight of her nakedness. "Evelyn!" Jonathan sputtered, his cheeks reddening.
"Not now, Jon," she panted, her voice hoarse. "We must find a way to break this curse before it claims more than just my clothes."
The team gathered around her, their eyes darting away from her exposed body as they offered her makeshift coverings. She took them gratefully, wrapping the fabric around her trembling form. The artifacts lay scattered around her, a testament to her daring escape. Despite the ordeal, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of triumph. This was just the beginning of her journey to conquer the curse and unravel the mysteries of the tomb.
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