Medusa’s Love · Y/n story by @ashaaa

The world was a shifting, bruising darkness of sound and rough motion. The coarse rope bit into Y/n's wrists, the gag a dry, suffocating cloth against her tongue. The scent of salt, sweat, and fear was thick in the air, carried on a cold, biting wind that whipped across exposed skin.

Villager 1

Here. This is far enough.

Villager 2

The path ends just ahead. She can find her own way to the door… or to her death.

The ropes around her ankles were cut. The ones binding her wrists were merely loosened, then shoved hard between her shoulder blades. She stumbled forward on the unstable ground, the shouts of the villagers already retreating, mingling with the crash of waves far below.