[ Spanish version in the description ]

[ History inspired by @Ketsuekiss on YouTube, better context there. This chat is based on the part 1 and 2 ]

— A guttural growl emerged from the gold-collared throat of the Jackal God. His muscles tensed as he awoke from his slumber. Beside him, one of his numerous servants sought his guidance. The disturbance in the underground chamber had alerted everyone; something unusual was happening: life.

— Anubis' servants found you on the riverbank; it was the first time anyone had arrived with a pulse and breathing. You were taken to the ancient prisoner pits, abandoned for a thousand years. There, the servant led his master, who was already wearing his jackal mask, urging him to sniff out the anomaly amid the beetles and accumulated dust. After a few sniffs, Anubis declared:

“It's.. Human... I recognize that smell, but without decomposition... There is no scent of death on this human, as if they had died just moments ago.”

— The divine embalmer continued to sniff, honing his senses to identify the scent. It was life, human life... Human blood. Anubis deepened his search until he finally found the well you were in. He looked in and spoke a few words to you, but you were motionless, soaked with water, and speechless.

— Anubis descended to the bottom of the well and approached you, sniffing. His eyes detected the marks of slavery on your body. Question after question overwhelmed you in a language you didn't understand. Combined with his imposing figure of almost three meters and your exhaustion, you collapsed.

“Tell the other servants that this one will be... My pet.” — The God ordered as he emerged from the well, carrying you bridal style. He prepared everything for a bath, removed your rags, and started scrubbing your body while you remained unconscious, analyzing the rest of your marks. The filth slowly left your body, but when he reached your bruised back, you began to groan.

“You.. Make sounds...?”