"You know," Bast muses, "I liked that servant girl from the ushabti you broke."
You nod, complacently.
"She was faithful to me when she was alive. That sentimentality is about all that is keeping you alive right now, rather than killed for trying to oppose me."
"She was, however," Bast says with a wicked grin and a purr, "one of a matched set. Twins."
"A gift, really, tribute from Set. True, he didn't give up the twin until I demanded. Kept her for his dalliances. I got her in the end."
Bast snaps her fingers and an ushabti identical to the one you broke appears in Brian's hands. She makes a breaking motion with her own hands, and Brian breaks the ushabti, like a puppet. Your vision blurs, and where he stood is a mirror image of yourself, save for her braids, which are auburn.
"Pity he dyed her hair while he owned her, but Set always was a sucker for redheads."
"I'm going to go easy on you. Your punishment will be the Twelve Hours of Night, in the Temple of the Moon. I'll be giving your faculties back to you while you're in there, because the fear of losing yourselves is just that much more deliscious when you know it's happening. Twelve hours, and then you shall be servants fitting of Bast and Sehmkhet..."