No More Sacrifices: A Rebirth

The screams of the "Proving" ceremony were the first thing I heard when I woke up.

My eyes shot open, and the scent of pine, sweat, and something metallic filled my lungs.

I was back in this godforsaken survivalist compound, mysteriously transported from my office job.

A hand grabbed my arm, and it was Gabrielle Chadwick, or Gabby, her terrified eyes pleading.

"Molly, help me! Please! They're going to hurt me!"

This was the ritual where young men would strike unmarried women with leather belts, and the one enduring the most blows was deemed "most desired."

In my past life, I shielded Gabby, taking every blow for her, believing I was protecting a friend.

My sacrifice made me the "most honored," granting me first choice of a partner, and I chose Caleb Scott, the compound leader' s son.

But my life with Caleb was a private hell of control and brutality, while Gabby, seething with resentment for what she thought was her rightful place, pretended to be my friend.

She eventually got her revenge, pushing me off a cliff during a foraging trip.

Now, reborn at the start of that same horrifying ceremony, Gabby was playing the same part, her hand clamping my arm, her voice a desperate plea for me to be her shield again.

I looked at her, at the calculated fear in her eyes, remembering the sharp, final impact of falling.

Not this time.