The sacrifice

When I woke up after rough sex with a guy, I still was a girl.
But I was younger. Way younger.
Yeah, I was reborn again.

But I soon learned that it wouldn't be such a long life.
I knew my death was certain.
I wasn't born with some illness.
I was chosen to be sacrificed.
And it's already time.

The reason is not whay one might suspect.
I'm not fed to a dragon, I'm not thrown into a volcano, I'm not killed on some kind of altar and burned alive for some god, I'm not being prepared as a special food for my tribe.
My body also isn't used for scientific research or something.

It's more of an educational matter.
It seemed pretty trivial, but I was also a little surprised.

This was clear from the beginning. They were talking about my sacrifice since I was able to understand them.
I didn't know their language, but I still understood most of it in only a few months.

Having previous experience with language must have made it easier to pick up a new language, even if it has both different grammar and words than any language I knew.
But if I wasn't a baby who couldn't do anything else but to listen to the conversations of people taking care of me, it probably would have taken me much longer.

As soon as I could speak myself, they told me about their tradition.
They explained it to me in detail.
They told me I was going to be sacrificed.
They were very straightforward about it.
But I was glad about that.

So there was no need to keep this a secret. I could just openly talk about this to them.
I wasn't scared. It wouldn't be my first death after all.

I also didn't want to oppose them.
I'd likely be reborn anyway.

But what if not?
What if I'm not reborn this time?
It would be kind of sad.
But at least I had some additional lives already, so I should rather view it as a gift whenever I get another chance.
There was no way this would become a longer life.

I'm getting tired anyway.
Getting reborn all the time, but then dying when everything seems perfect is so annoying.
Maybe it would be fine if this was my last life...

I had thought about giving it a try and fighting for my life.
This would probably have been risky. I might have been killed even faster.
But maybe this could have turned into an actual life.

Whatever, it's probably too late for this now.
It will be over soon.
And I don't want to risk to harm the friends I got here.

Even if it was only a few years again, I got many good friends this time.
It wasn't anything special. I didn't even do kinky stuff to them. It was more like the childhood I had in my first life.
In this world I don't have video games, but besides that, it's pretty close.

In my first life, I grew up in a small village close to nature.
In this life it's similar. I'm not sure if this can be called a village. It seems more like a nature tribe.
But they have elegant stone buildings. These buildings almost look like some kind of temple ruins. There aren't doors. Everything is open. Plants grow everywhere.
Also a reason why I can't do kinky stuff. Even when I'm alone in the night, people would notice it.
I still played aroud with my vagina once in a while. Especially while bathing, nobody would notice it.

So I knew alsmost every child around my age in this tribe.
They knew I was selected to be a sacrifice.
So they asked me a lot about this. Especially in the evening after we were exhausted from exploring the area and playing games all day.

Some were scared to ask at first. They didn't want to remind me of my short life.
But I didn't mind. I wasn't scared. And I told them.
I had just accepted it, and they admired me for this attitude.

I was some kind of celebrity among the children.
And they were much braver because of me.
I was seen as the bravest. I accepted my death, and still was calm most of the time.

At first some children thought I just didn't realize what this means.
But I knew exaclty what this meant. And they soon understood.

So if my friends were scared, they usually thought of me. If I could stay calm, knowing I would be killed before growing up, being scared of anything below that treshold would be stupid.

But this increased bravery also had its price.
This area wasn't exactly a safe one.
Wild animals were living here.
Most of these animals weren't that dangerous. Even one adult wouldn't be a match for them.
But if some child leaves our tribe alone or only in a small group of two or three, some of these animals still attacked.

Some of them got hurt badly.
And I think, one or two also got killed, maybe because of me.
I'm not sure if this really happened. At least nobody seemed to disappear. But maybe it was just somebody I wasn't too close to.

I guess if they hadn't been so brave because of me, these injuries and persumed deaths could have been prevented. A little caution isn't such a bad thing.
So I'm not sure if I'm such a good role model to them. But I don't feel like I should be the one to question this.

Now I'm standing there, about to be killed.
One of my best friends asks if he can be the one to take my life, and he's allowed to.
He steps up to me. Somebody hands him a knife. He seems pretty sad.
I wonder if he is actually ready to kill me. I fear he wants to risk his own life to save me. I don't want that. I want him to have a fulfilling life here.
But I tell him, we'll probably meet again in another life.

We were talking about this before. It was only him and some other close friends.
I told them about my previous lives and that this is the reason I'm not scared anymore.
I told them, I didn't know if I'd get another chance, but that I didn't mind.

The other children probably wouldn't have believed me.
But my best friends did.
They thought I was smarter than an adult, and that I didn't act like a typical girl.

And even if the other children did believe me, they would probably have been mad at me because I didn't tell them why I'm so calm about my approaching death. I wouldn't be seen as brave anymore. Unlike them I probably would have been reborn anyway.
But my best friends still thought I was brave.
I didn't know if I got another chance and I already knew how great life could be. I still had things I wanted to experience. But I still accepted it.

Now I smile at my friend.
He was supposed to kill me.
A few days ago, when he told me he wanted to be the one to kill me, I told him to cut my neck, else it might hurt for a long time until I finally die.
This way I would be dead in a few minutes.

He is ready now and doesn't hesitate any longer.
I feel the sharp blade at my neck and how the knive cuts through it.
It's the first time I'm so prepared for dying.
It's the first time I consciously realize what's happening.
Before I was always surprised when I died.
But this time I'm ready.

The last thing I notice before my consciousness starts fading away is that my head is detached from my body.

If this cycle of death and rebirth continues, I wish, I could really meet the people from my old lives again.