REBIRTH

The sides of the plane rattled as the aircraft passed through some turbulence during its journey across the sea. The passengers on board, although startled, go back to their conversations with a bit of a giggle. The plane was relatively small as this vehicle was moving a group of people across the sea to aid people in need. Crosses dawned on the bibles they were all carrying, either on them or in their luggage. Land appeared as the clouds dispersed before the windscreen, and passengers began chatting excitedly while they gathered their things to prepare for the landing.

 The wheels touch down as the aircraft pulls into its unloading position. She was excited to see the foreign country and the mission group press into the city and make their way to the accommodation previously arranged to drop off their belongings. The sun begins to go down, forcing the group to get some rest and start fresh in the morning. While they were settling into their beds and organising their belongings, one of the females took a break and sat on a chair in her room that looked out onto the street in front of the building and began to jump from detail to detail, getting a sense of how the towns night life worked. A few moments into her eyes scanning the landscape, she stopped as they had focused on an older woman through some trees and across the street staring right back at her. Before fully processing what was happening, her gaze grabbed something closer across the street. A man had stood out of his chair and began staring at her window. Startled as to what was happening, she closed her curtains quickly and sat back down, trying to explain away what she had just seen. Her curiosity came creeping in, and she spread the curtains just enough to peek through the gap and see that they were gone. A good night's sleep takes her as she lays down, trying to focus on the work ahead.

A creak from the door woke the girl, causing her eyes to shoot open. Attempts to move her body didn’t work for some reason. Looking at her arms and legs, she noticed a small needle in her thigh, which she assumed was causing the paralysis, but beyond her legs, in the deep night, she saw three people standing at the foot of her room. An older woman and two large men silhouetted near her bedroom door, not moving. Her heart began to pound faster until it began to slow down, and her vision wavered, gradually slipping into a deep sleep. The older woman gestured to the two tribe members as they walked over to pick her up. None of the hotel staff stopped them as they carried her out of the building, and everyone on the street averted their eyes as they carried her off into the woods. Just a few miles into the woods, the clearing revealed a small village where the group was praised on their arrival. The girl was carried into a building and placed on the ground before tying her hands together over her head. At this point, the girl's eyes began to open.

The room got dark as the older woman raised her walking stick and chanted foreign hymns towards the sky. The woman strained her hands, trying to get out of her binds, as she began to panic and cry on the ground, not knowing what was going on. After a few moments of chanting, the older woman looked down over the girl and waved her hands along her body with a big smile before muffling her cries with her hand and saying in very broken English.

“You are going to be a good mother, my dear.”

The woman wriggled her hand off her mouth and shouted for help. Hearing what she had said made the woman panic even more as she started having thoughts of being raped and having someone she didn’t know force themselves upon her to get her pregnant. Her body recoiled with disgusted thoughts of being violated, almost making her dry reach. Her gaze snapped to the doorway as new people entered the room; trying to pull her legs in as much as she could, she noticed a bag dragged in by a different tribesman who dropped it in the room with a big squelch. The room quickly filled with a vile stench, causing the woman to gag and cover her nose with her elbow. Two tribesmen grabbed her by her forearms and lifted them onto a big nail in the post she was resting on, leaving her in an upright position.

“What the fuck is that?! WHAT IS THAT?!”

The girl shouted at the people, worried about what would happen. The older woman reached into the bag and began to rummage around, frequently making uncomfortable sounds like squelching and cracking before ripping out of the bag, now holding a small rabbit leg in her hand, which seemed rotten and decomposed. The older woman turned around with a big grin and began to walk over to the girl, joyfully waving the leg around like a mother about to spoon-feed her baby. As she gets close, another tribesman grabs the woman by the head and opens her mouth. The girl begins to squirm and thrash around hopelessly as the older woman slides the rabbit's decomposed leg in her mouth. The girl immediately begins to throw up and vomit all over herself, but the man doesn’t flinch as he keeps her mouth open, resisting her struggles. The girl's eyes roll into the back of her head as the rabbit's rotten leg begins to get shoved down her throat, making her gargle and choke, creating noises like someone being strangled while choking on her vomit. After a while of suffering, the leg manages to be swallowed, and the man releases her mouth, letting her fall forward and catch her breath as she coughs over and over again, regaining herself.

Her eyes welled with tears as she shook her head, horrified at her situation. Her head gets grabbed again and reefed back against the pole as the older woman approaches with an even larger rabbit limb. The girl's panicked shrieking gets drowned out as the body part is rammed down her throat again. Growing more and more fatigued, the girl becomes almost lifeless as she vomits all over herself. At the same time, the appendage is pushed down her throat until her body finally manages to swallow it. The man throws her head to the side as he lets her go. Two limbs, a head, and a torso later, the woman is reeking of excrement as during the process, she has vomited and urinated on herself, along with scratches and minor bleeding on her legs from squirming on the wood floors of the shack.

The group leaves the building and leaves her tied up on the floor. After a few minutes, the girl comes too slowly and manoeuvres a little bit to get comfortable enough to rest and take in what happened.

Woken up from a small sleep, the girl hears footsteps outside, following the wall of the building on her way to the door. As she attempts to sit up, she looks down and is suddenly stunned to see her stomach has grown to the size of a watermelon. She grabs at her stomach, twitching in disbelief, wondering what could possibly have made this happen.

As her eyes start welling with tears of shock, the reality is rocked back into her as the door swings wide open, and a group of tribesmen march in as the older woman looks over them. They pick up the girl and carry her outside towards a structure in the centre of the village. They lay her on a large stone table with large blood stains all over it, which causes the girl to start panicking; thinking she is about to be a sacrifice, the girl looks around in an attempt to see if there is anyone here who would help her, but her gaze slows and focuses on a fenced off piece of land almost out of eye view. Her eyes squint momentarily before her pupils widen in horror as she realises what is being held in the pen-like structure. They are tiny animals but not ordinary animals, disfigured and ill-looking abominations happily prancing around, dripping with bodily fluids and bits of flesh dangling off of them. Completely shaken by the site of the animals, the girl starts to wriggle and scream as her imagination runs wild with what they could want with her.

The tribe members bind her ankles to the table and hold her hands down to her sides. The older woman steps up to the side of the stone bed. She raises her hand before thrusting it down, stopping just above the girl's stomach, and, without even touching her, a force of energy pushes the girl to the table, almost as if gravity got heavy above her body. Her toes and fingers start to curl as the woman chants above her, and her stomach begins to move and rumble along with the wails of pain coming from the girl. The tribesman holds her knees apart and restrains her hands to her side tightly as they lean back, allowing the older woman to finish her ritual chanting. The older woman went quiet; silence came over the village. The girl's eyes dart around, wondering what is going on before all of a sudden, sharp pains shoot through her lower body, causing her to scream in agony; as her scream heightened, blood began to run from her groin down the table and into the grass. The older woman revealed a small ritual dagger from under her cloak and quickly thrust the knife into the top half of the girl's genitals and began sawing upward through her flesh; the girl's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she wailed and shrieked desperately.

As the older woman finished cutting her body, the pressure was released, allowing a small rotten rabbit leg to reveal itself through the girl's genitals, skin sliding around the bone, patches of flesh missing all over it, followed by another. Gushing with blood, part by part, a whole rabbit pushes itself out of the girl's vagina with a harrowing shriek flailing viciously out of the girl and falls into the older woman’s arms as she smiles and raises it to show to the village, garnering cheers and chanting of joy. As her body goes back to its standard size, the girl, exhausted and shivering in pain, looks down at her hips to see… Nothing? Her body was unharmed.

Completely confused, and at her body's end, she slumps down and goes limp on the stone slab, totally exhausted and numb with pain. Her eyes roll back, and she faints. As she comes to, she returns to the room she was in before, which is empty and quiet. The girl looks out the window at the night sky, wondering if she will be found soon, and the slivers of her positivity try to keep her from spiralling into insanity. After what seemed to be a long rest, footsteps again make their way to her room; her thoughts can only conclude that she is about to be murdered. As she gets her body into the fetal position and musters up her only energy to cover her face and body, the door swings open, and two of the tribe's men rush in and hold her down. Eyes heavy, the girl looks up out the door; her eyes focus up to see the older woman… with another bag and a smile on her face…