Attention, disturbing scenes may be found below! (+13)
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Traces of blood formed thinly as his slender body dragged across the ground. The hard pebbles scratched his skin, and the tingling of his body was quite painful. It was like being riddled with hundreds of tiny saws.
He collapsed both mentally and physically.
His hope for life was shattered to pieces with every blow he received.
And it came again.
That nasty house.
His trembling hands gripped the iron and he refused to enter the house. It was the first time he had reacted and his reaction was quite extreme. Seeing her resisting with all her might, the man lifted his feet and stepped back, pulling hard by his hair several times as if he had grabbed his leash and pulled his dog. His scalp hurt fiercely, shaking so hard that he lost all his strength, making him unable to resist. "Let's go, I'll give you a bone." And again as the gentle voice of the island rose, a chill radiating down his spine caused every last drop of blood to drain from his entire body.
Finally he was dragged inside and the sparrow was thrown to the ground. Of course, in the man's eyes, this was no different than an owner who simply let his dog overflow and be free.
The girl put her hand on the ground trembling, raised her bloodshot eyes and squeezed her eyes hard so as not to look. His nails were already dug into his flesh, and several blood slowly oozed out of his palms.
A large bone was thrown in front of the "Here's the prize". Femur.
A human thigh bone.
With rotten flesh, larvae, and dried brown bloodstains on it. He was standing in front of him.
"Aa-ah" shivering, she covered her mouth and groaned closing her eyes. Even after a while, he still couldn't get over it.
"Look, Mati, if you don't make it you'll die. Be good and eat." He took his rough hands by his chin and lifted his head.
The girl clenched her jaw and clamped her mouth together hard. Despite this, rough-boned big fingers clenched his jaw until he was bruised, and even though tears were coming from his eyes with pain, he only increased his strength. "Ugh-" With the sharp pain, it was like his jawbone had come off.
Her eyeballs were dry, she couldn't cry anymore. But he wanted to cry.
The man repositioned his protruding chin, naturally applying force as if he had done it dozens of times before.
The girl moved her jaw in pain. She could move, but with every movement a sharp pain stabbed.
So, in a moment of distraction, he paused with the meat stuck in his mouth. She felt larvae as large as grapes moving in her mouth, the taste of blood seeping from the rotten flesh as the heavy rotten smell on the meat filled her nose.
"Aghh-" disgusted she. But mostly with a ache in his heart. He couldn't look at the bone. He was discouraged. He closed his eyes. Even though it was quiet, there was a big rumble in his brain. He was helpless.
She walked away from there. To the corner of a wall. Then he lay down and lay there in silence.
The man, on the other hand, left the place after giving the meat, as if he was eating his food, and was watching TV in the living room.
It was quite old, although it made a scratchy sound, but it was clear what it was.
This was Molhas, which was a hugely popular TV series before.
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The door was stolen. When it opened, a beautiful and kindly built woman greeted him.
"You're early"
He just nodded and went inside. A faint sound could be heard in the living room. "You're watching that show again" the girl shook her head helplessly.
The woman laughed, "But it's quite beautiful. The family theme is very well handled."
"I don't like it. Too pink and unrealistic." The girl shrugged and walked in. He put his shoes on the floor and closed the door.
The smell of food coming from inside must have attracted more attention, so he turned his steps to the kitchen.
His favorite food was prepared. A warm spinach soup, a light appetizer, a wide variety of salads, lentil meatballs...
Still, it didn't surprise her that it was such a complex combination. She had gotten used to her mother's condition a long time ago.
He rolled up his sleeves, pulling the food that came to his mind. She prepared a few ingredients as soon as she washed her hands. He chopped the carrot finely and fried it. Then she drained the oil thoroughly and placed it on a plate. He mixed it with garlic yogurt and squeezed in some mayonnaise.
It was ok.
She wasn't particularly fond of garlic, but she was sure it would go great with this. This simple recipe was missing your garlic. And it really did give her flavor, she.
She spooned it and ate lightly, savoring it.
At that time, when the sound of the advertisement came from the television, her mother came to her again after the show, remembering her beloved daughter.
"Is my father not coming?"
"No, he's busy these days," his mother said in distress. With a heavy expression.
The girl also became slightly serious. She was lost in her thoughts.
His father was a cop. It was not easy at all, moreover, because of his structure that completely separated his home and business matters, his father lived everything by himself. He had a heavy sense of responsibility.
Therefore, the mother and daughter felt distressed.
It's been a while.
In the evening, the bell rang again.
A tall boy with a basketball in his right hand appeared in the doorway, she.
"Come a little earlier. What an irresponsibility like a pub boy..." the boy entered with a smile in his eyes as his mother said. She approached her mother and the sarcasm in her voice, "Looks like my dad's coming home late again," was obvious and clear. Her mother grunted and nudged her and said, "Wash late! You stink of sweat like an animal!" He went inside speaking.
She chuckled after her mother and made her way to the bathroom.
-To be continued-