Belle looked at the tree with a shocked expression on her face. Her already cold blood turned even more chill at the sight that stood outside. Both Lucas and Belle went out of the hut to come and stand in front of the large tree that had children hanging on them.
The children's hands were bound by their wrists and had been tied to the branches of the tree all around. None of them had eyes, not because it was closed but there were deep hollowness in each of their faces as if the eyes had been scooped out along with the eyelids. They were children who barely looked like they were eight or nine years old. Unable to look at it, she took four steps back before bending down to throw up the bile that had risen in her throat.
Her eyes watered. How could they do this...how could they, thought Belle to herself.
