I must have eventually passed out from exhaustion. However, in the middle of the night, a warm finger poked at my ribs. I opened my eyes to see that the huge hairy leader had graced me with a private audience. I had no idea what the hell he wanted. I didn't understand this strange group of men at all. Then, in my head, I heard a deep voice. The bear in front of me did not seem to be talking out loud, but I could clearly hear him telling me, "So, you seemed to enjoy our little show today." What? Is he talking to me. "Of course, you fucking moron." He cut me loose and told me to follow him. I first thought I might be able to outrun this beast of a man, but decided that I was way too interested in him to do that.
We went back into his private living quarters and I sat down. He was pretty sexy, sitting their with just a loin cloth on. "I noticed that you were not opposed to our practices." Hell, no I told him. I have always been dominant and a bit violent for my culture.
To make a long story short, he told me that he feels that it was written in their books that a man of my description would visit their group. They were to pass on information to them so that the magic can never be lost. He instantly felt a kinship with me. He explained how he is able to do what he does. He's the only one on the tribe with the special "gift" which has been passed down for generations. They age really slowly and live to be extremely old. Being around a long time gets a bit boring - and that's why they have come up with these crazy sadistic rituals.
Turns out, you have to eat a fruit from a tree only grown in this area. When you smoke the leaves from another indigenous plant, it opens up your mind totally and gives you power that is unimaginable. He pulled a snake out of a cage and explained to me that it was some obnoxious American that came down a few months back. The little snake attempted to strike at him, but was quickly subdued with one of the chief's manly hands. With the other hand, he picked up his pipe and took a big drag off of it.He then stared at the small snake in his hand. The thing started changing. He was already walking back to the post outside that I had been bound to. I followed him, fascinated by what would happen next
If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. He changed that snake into a spitting image of me. "The actual American was some fat homophobe." I helped him tie this man that looked like my clone to the post and gag him. He struggled and tried screaming out for help, but the gag kept it muffled.
I shouldn't have been surprised by anything, but the next thing that happened was...
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