"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed, placing a trembling hand over my chest, my palms clammy with fear. The chirping of the birds in the forest ceased abruptly, and a profound silence enveloped everything, as if even the forest animals were attentively observing the unfolding scene before me.
In front of my grandmother's cabin, the women of the island knelt in a heartbreaking display of desperation. Their attire, composed only of animal skin skirts, revealed their vulnerability. Their bare upper bodies bore the cruel imprints of the wicked god's wrath - nail marks and bites etched into their skin as painful reminders of the horrors they had endured for years.
