The Royal Mummification Ritual
As the door of the chamber opened, the aroma of rotten eggs and sweat wafted out, causing Prince Edward to wrinkle his nose in disgust. He had been raised to despise such foul odors, but his curiosity got the better of him as he entered the room. His eyes were drawn to the figure lying on the table, covered from head to toe in colorful strips of cloth. It was his sister, Princess Scarlet, dressed for her latest ritual.
"Sister," he called out, approaching cautiously. "May I ask what you're doing?"
Princess Scarlet turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a smug smile. "I'm mummifying my slave, of course," she replied nonchalantly. "It's quite therapeutic."
Her brother glanced at the bound figure on the table. The sight of it sent shivers down his spine. The poor man, Daniel Santiago, was trussed up like a Christmas turkey, his every move restricted by the tight bandages that enveloped him. A cloth wrapped around his face left only his mouth and eyes exposed, making him look like a horror movie character.
"But why?" Prince Edward asked, still trying to understand his sister's obsession.
Princess Scarlet stood up from her worktable, revealing a tray piled high with rotten eggs. She picked one up and squeezed it gently, releasing a loud, noxious fart that made them both wince. "Because I enjoy it," she said simply, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
The room was thick with the smell of decay, and Prince Edward felt his stomach churning. He turned to leave, but his sister called him back. "Wait," she said, handing him a small camera. "I want you to record this for me."
Reluctantly, he took the camera and began filming as his sister approached the table. She leaned over Daniel's bound form, her breath warm on his skin as she whispered to him softly. Her words were lost on the camera, but the look of terror in Daniel's eyes was clear.
Slowly, Princess Scarlet reached out and placed one of the rotten eggs against Daniel's lips. He tried to resist, but the bandages around his head and mouth made it impossible. With a sickening crunch, he bit down on the egg, his face contorting in disgust.
Princess Scarlet chuckled darkly. "There, there," she cooed, patting his head absently. "That's a good slave."
As she continued to feed Daniel the foul eggs, Prince Edward could stand it no longer. He turned away, retching violently into a nearby basin. The smell was overpowering, and the sight of his once-beautiful sister reduced to this twisted ritual was more than he could bear.
When he finally regained his composure, he found Princess Scarlet leaning over Daniel, her face mere inches from his. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she whispered more filth into his ear. Suddenly, she sat up straight and let out a long, powerful fart that engulfed them both in its stench.
Prince Edward stumbled back, unable to watch any further. As he turned to leave, he heard a muffled thump from the table, followed by Princess Scarlet's husky laughter. He knew then that she would continue her perverse ritual long into the night, and he couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that consumed him.
As he fled the chamber, he wondered how his beloved sister had become so warped. It was a mystery that haunted him, much like the foul odor clinging to his clothes long after he had left the room.
