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Chapter 2 - Cry of a mother

chapter 1

"You won't get away with this!" Rachel spat as blood oozed out of her mouth while she clenched tight against her daughter completely clueless to what was going on.

"Oh but dear I think I already have," Replied a voice from a dark figure as it echoed across the room.

The figure soon started strolling ever so slowly down towards her. His big black boots shook the ground with every step he took making Rachel tremble.

"It's such a shame a woman as beautiful as you will have to die at my hands." He began to glare at her as he kept taking short glances at his gun.

"It's such a shame a smart guy like you behaves so foolishly after his forefathers, I-" she was cut off by the roar of his voice

"SHUT UP!" he stormed up to her with a quick pace narrowing his eyes at her.

"Don't you dare speak of my forefathers like that, ever!"

Surprisingly showing no fear she rolled her eyes and spat on his face.

The man wiped his face with his arm in disgust and soon looked down to the little girl in the arms of the woman who showed no respect for him and a devilish grin soon formed as his lips began to curl.

Without warning he snatched the poor girl out of the arms of her mother and placed her onto his side as he held onto her.He also patted her head bobbing her up and down trying to sooth her as she was crying out for her mother.

"Take a good long lasting look at your precious daughter, Rachel, because this is the last time you will be able to set eyes on her-"

"Don't hurt her..." her voice started to crack

"It's ok she isn't the one who will die today, like I said, take a good long look because this will be the last time you will be able to set your eyes on her... or anyone soon enough."

He walked over to a woman and handed the child over to her. "Put her in her cell, make it comfortable."

Comfortable? How does he expect a child who has been snatched away from her mother, and is going to be put in a cell, to be comfortable?

"MAIKAH!" he called out.

At that moment, he walked in. His white torn up vest exposing every detail. The only thing was the white had faded, stained by the blood of his supposed victims, dirt smeared everywhere.

"Here sir, yes sir!" the man answered.

"She is made due to die tomorrow morning," he turned eyeing Rachel as his devilish smirk appears on his face again, "do what you wish with her until then, I don't care but make sure she feels pain, I want to hear her scream at the top of her lungs. Even better, I want her daughter to hear her scream at the top of lungs."

With that he walked away as his disturbing laugh followed him back down the very corridor Rachel was dragged through.

She looked up at Maikah, here

eyes watering, her teeth clenched, her body shaking.

Her mouth opened but no sound came out.

" I'm sorry darling, but a guys got to do what guys got to do isn't it?" he turned over looking at the other men standing over in front of the door.

"please..." was all that could come out, but even that was so quiet no one probably even heard her.

"What do you think guys? Let's enjoy a little bit of pleasure aye?"

All the men started to grin as they stood there eyeing the poor soul.

"Take her away!" Maikah demanded as two hefty men dragged her away.

Her painful cries echoed through the hall as her precious daughter watched her mother being dragged away to who knows where.

"Mama", the poor girl stretched out her hand

"Va bene principessa." - It's OK princess

And with that her mother disappeared into the atmostphere of darkness.

As the little girl stared to cry the woman carrying her slapped her little face.

"Oh shut up, you don't need her anymore."

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"NO NO NO!" Rachel screams as she's been hustled down onto the damaged mattress. "Let me GO!"

"There is no need to struggle darling, it won't hurt, a lot!" him and the men with him started to laugh, laugh obnoxiously and murmur among themselves.

"I'll go first," he walked up to her admiring the sight before him. her hands were tied up above her head while her legs where tied straddle like, with them split apart exposing her dignity to the lust filled animals standing in front of her ready to make their move.

He placed is rough finger tips on her here ready to explore her, slowly going down until he reached her area. Brushing against her clit. With his filthy fingers, he unceremoniously entered her vagina, causing her to shriek in agony. Her teeth gritted together as she tried to hold in another scream.

He continuously thrust in and out of her bluntly ignoring her cries.

"Come on darling, I know your enjoying this." he whispered in her ear. She squeezed her eyes shut in disgust as she clenched her fists together.

"Sir... I don't think your supposed to do it dry," came a voice from the group of men.

"Shhh, last time I checked it's my turn, your's will be soon, then you can do what you want how you want, ok?"

That continued for hours upon hours. Draining the strength out of her for their own selfish pleasures. Man after man, thrusting into her. Turn after turn as if she was a toy.

Sweat dripping down across her face, dark circles formulating around her eyes, she just hoped and prayed that her daughter would never go through something like this ever. She thought that this was the worst torment that she had received, little did she know she was in for something much worse.

After hours passed, Maikah and fast asleep Rachel were welcomed by the presence of the same man who sentenced her to death.

"Maikah."

"Yes, sir!" he responded, while saluting.

"You certainly enjoyed yourself," they both begin to laugh

"So how do you want the woman to be executed?"

"I was going to be nice, but then again I would love it to be memorable, you know in front of everyone," he began pacing up and down the room as he tried to think.

"so?"

"So, I was thinking the Blood Eagle,"

"Bloody Eagle!" Maikah exclaimed "Sir don't you think-"

"It's perfect, and it shall be start 9:00 this morning."

"yes sir."

The Blood Eagle is a punishment and execution, where the victim's back is sliced open so that their ribs can be severed from the spin and the lungs pulled out of the opening to create "Wings". While the person is still alive.

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