She awoke in darkness.

Her thoughts were confused, jumbled.

She could hardly move; she was being held by something. There was a tiny bit of give, but her legs were pinned together, and her arms were crossed over her breasts in front of her.

She couldn’t hear anything.

The darkness almost felt like a chill, creeping in all around her.

She moaned and tried to cry out; she couldn’t even open her mouth. Why couldn't she feel her tongue…?

The pain hit her, like a memory. They had cut her tongue out…!

She’d just left her friends at the club, saying she wasn’t feeling well; she’d went outside to hail a taxi. She’d felt herself falling to one side…

Someone had caught her; she hadn’t seen who. Everything had then gone black…

She’d woken up in a hotel room, lying naked on a bed, unable to move a muscle.

“Sleeping Beauty’s awake!”, a woman’s voice.

“We got told to treat her like Ancient Egyptian Royalty”, a man said. “She needs to disappear but suffer. A slow death.”

The pair had then started working on her…

A pair of tongs had been used to grab her tongue, in her mouth, pulling it taut. There was then a flash of a knife…

She twitched and gurgled as her tongue was removed and put in a small jar.

“You won’t be needing that anymore”, the woman said. “It’s your fault for pissing off the wrong people.”

They then brought out the bandages…

Her eyes went wide as they started wrapping her. She whimpered, faintly…

“Aww, scared? You should be. You’re never getting out of this…”

The woman’s hand rubbed between her legs.

“Might as well give you your last high”, she said, inserting a finger.

The man stood back, letting the woman have her fun.

Even through the muscle relaxant, the captive on the bed gasped and tried to arch her back under the woman’s expert touch. Just before she came, however, the woman slapped her, ruining the orgasm.

“There you go. Your last orgasm, and it’s a ruined one. You’ll never be satisfied again…”

The pair then went back to wrapping her.

She weakly tried to move, anything to stop them, but she couldn’t. The bandages were up to her waist, now…

She looked at the pair, pleading with her eyes. Why were they doing this?

The pair carefully wrapped her breasts, and right up to her armpits, then started on her arms, blending the bandages neatly together. They then crossed her arms over her front and strapped them down.

Then they started on her neck and head…

Her eyes darted from side to side, watching them, whimpering. Her jaw was tightly clamped shut by a bandage, then her mouth was covered. Soon, only her eyes were free.

“You can still breathe in there, can’t you? I only put one layer over your nose. Can’t have you checking out too soon, can we?”

Then it was time to cover her eyes…

“I think I’ll put a few layers over your eyes”, the woman said. “Can’t have you getting disturbed in your sleep, now, can we?”

Her eyes went wide with terror as the last bandages were wrapped…

The man and woman slid their captive into a thick black latex bag. They then set off for the museum…

The Forteyn museum had an Ancient Egypt exhibit that had been popular to start with but was now being visited less and less. It was the perfect place for the woman’s last resting place…

There was a beautiful sarcophagus as part of the exhibit; it still had a golden death mask in it, but the original mummy had disintegrated once exposed to the elements. It was now going to get a replacement…

Under the guise of building maintenance, the pair entered. No-one knew that the trolley they were pushing had the mummified woman in her bag inside it, in a hidden compartment.

Once they had started cleaning the exhibit, they carefully opened the sarcophagus. The death mask was taken out.

‘Their’ mummy was removed from its latex bag; she twitched once as the death mask was clamped firmly onto her head, sealing itself shut. The locks had only come open in the first place because of the fact that the original mummy had disintegrated; they would never open again before the new mummy had gone the way of its predecessor…

The mummy was lifted and put into the sarcophagus. You could still just about hear her whimpering faintly. The bandages were so tight and firm she couldn’t move a muscle.

“Goodbye, my dear”, the woman said. “See you in the next life.”

The sarcophagus was then closed and sealed, using a special tool that they had brought with them.

They then finished their shift as if they were working there and left.

The muscle relaxant had completely worn off, but she still couldn’t move a muscle.

She was tightly packed into the sarcophagus; she was also in intense pain from the death mask pressing tightly on her head, as it was slightly too small for her.

She fought and struggled, to absolutely no effect. She was completely helpless. She had no idea why she had been attacked; all she knew was she was going to die as an Egyptian Mummy…

Part of the exhibit also had canopic jars in it; they had some of the organs from the original mummy that had disintegrated.

One of the researchers at the museum was carrying out an inventory of the exhibit that week; she was planning on writing a paper about that particular mummy. As such, she noticed that there was an extra canopic jar…

It looked about the same age as the others, but the seal was slightly different, so she could tell which was the ‘odd one out’. She called the curator over, and pointed it out to her.

The pair investigated; the jar was genuine, but the seal was way too new…

Taking a chance, they broke the seal and opened the jar. Looking inside, they found the woman’s freshly removed tongue…

The researcher was promptly sick. Then they saw the marks in the dust round the sarcophagus…

The pair who had installed the mummy had forgotten to clean up after. They had dusted other parts, to make it look like they’d been working, but they forgot to clean the dust under the sarcophagus. That was going to be their undoing…

With trepidation, the curator and the researcher tried to open it. They found it was locked. Luckily, they had a key that fitted it in the exhibit.

Unlocking the sarcophagus, they opened it.

The mummified woman’s body came into view…

She was still alive and weakly trying to free herself.

She’d been trapped in darkness for days!

Suddenly, she felt a faint draft. Was someone there?

She tried to free her arms, to reach out. Suddenly, she felt hands on her. There was someone there!

She moaned as loudly as she could.

“My God, she’s still alive!”, came a voice. “How the hell long has she been in there?”

“A few days, at least”, another voice. “The sarcophagus was empty except for the death mask when we inventoried… Oh, no. She’s wearing the mask. It doesn’t come off…”

The emergency services took the mummified woman off to hospital.

By sheer chance, when her captors had locked the death mask shut, they had trapped some bandage in it. This meant it wasn’t quite locked. Another mistake they had made…

The hospital managed to remove the mask, and the bandages were carefully unwrapped…

The woman’s face came into view, a small amount of blood still on her lips from when her tongue had been cut out.

She just about managed to lisp out “Thank you”, then passed out…

The police found the investigation surprisingly easy. Her captors had never expected the woman to be rescued; they had left a surprisingly large number of clues behind, including fingerprints and DNA.

However, the person that hired them in the first place wasn’t pleased…

He took them himself, one night, mummified them, and sealed them into transparent, airtight sarcophagi.

“You have failed me for the last time”, he said, as he buried them in a hilly, wooded area overlooking the town…