The narrow road wound through an ancient Chinese village, its cobblestones worn by centuries of resilience. Red lanterns swayed from wooden eaves, their vibrant hues contrasting with weathered gray walls.
Emerging from tragedy, the village now thrived with youthful vigor. Laughter filled the air, smiles bloomed, and fields of golden rice bowed in quiet reverence. Plum blossoms mingled with the aroma of steaming dumplings, while children's giggles echoed through painted gates.
This was no mere recovery but a triumph—a reminder that even from despair, love and joy can rise. In the shadow of every storm, flowers find a way to bloom.
"Will defies all motivation." Vader mutters to himself.
He helps himself to a small restuarant. Tho small but the customers there were in hundreds.
"We all made it! We suffered, we despaired, we even molded paths that greatly deteriorated our problems but in the end, we made it." Says a young drunk man. He looked as if it was the happiest day of his life sharing his feelings with his friends. This is human.
As he walks out of the restaurant with a faint smile horror awaited him.
"Is this the purpose? to endure calamities, to wrestle with death, all for the fleeting prize of life? To be happy, to be whole? For some, perhaps it is enough—a life of quiet contentment, where the laughter of children or the bloom of a flower justifies the struggle." Vader thought to himself.
As vader strolled along the young man who was drunk, I saw, who was praising his men and celebrating their village's triumph over nature's calamities a while ago. He was raping her mercilessly while holding a dagger to her neck at that very moment.e road, he heard the screams of a young girl in an alley. He was about to depart the village to proceed on his journey, but the screams caught his attention, so he went to investigate. What he discovered was disturbing, hypocritical, and a glimpse into human nature in its most raw form.
Vader moves forward swiftly, pushing the man away from the young girl. Then, he takes out his knife and stabs the man in the neck. After injuring his major arteries, Vader kills him and discards his head. The scene was horrific, with blood everywhere and a corpse lying in the dirt.
The girl rushed forward, her fragile frame trembling as she embraced him. She was young, her beauty untouched by the cruelty she had endured, and her kind heart still clung to hope. Vader gently stroked her hair, his voice a low murmur of reassurance. "Everything will be alright," he whispered.
But as her trembling hands wiped away the tears staining her face, the kindness in his demeanor evaporated. Vader's grip tightened around her wrist, and with a chilling precision, he tore away the last remnant of her clothing. The girl's horrified scream tore through the air, sharp and desperate, but it was silenced as quickly as it began.
In one swift motion, Vader's blade met her tongue, severing it with merciless efficiency. Fresh blood gushed from the wound, spilling over her lips and staining her face. Her muffled cries turned into guttural, inhuman sounds, raw and anguished.
Vader forced her mouth open, his hands brutal and unyielding, dislocating her jaw to prevent her from choking on the torrent of blood. The girl's eyes, wide with terror, reflected a pain beyond comprehension. The sounds she now made were grotesque, like the guttural wails of an ancient demon, her voice a haunting echo of her humanity lost.
Vader's callous grip tightened around the girl's slender wrist, delicate bones creaking under his merciless squeeze. His other hand seized her second wrist with equal brutality, thick fingers sinking cruelly into her tender flesh like a steel vice. The girl's anguished screams filled the air as Vader tore her flailing arms from their sockets with brutal, cold-hearted force. Blood spurted from the gory stumps, painting the grimy floor in a crimson pattern.
"Please, please stop!" the girl pleaded, violet eyes wide with terror and agony. Tears and blood mingled on her flushed cheeks, highlighting the terrified desperation etched into her youthful features. But her cries were useless, the sound of her suffering made no difference to him. He cared not for her pain, or the twisted fate that had led her into his clutches.
Vader's hand curled around the handle of a bloodstained knife, his fingers slick with the girl's blood. he pressed the blade against the soft swell of her breast, feeling her racing heartbeat pounding beneath the thin skin. The girl whimpered in fear, trembling uncontrollably as the knife dipped into the tender flesh, her blood welling up around the jagged wound.
Vader dug the knife deeper, relishing the wet, squelching sounds of defiled flesh as he carved a grotesque pattern into her once pristine skin. The girl screamed, back arching as the searing agony tore through her. But Vader was merciless, his hand unmoving as he defiled her sacred, womanly curves with cruel, deliberate stabs. Her breasts, once symbols of her innocence and purity, were now disfigured and marred by Vader.
With a final, savage thrust, Vader drove the knife into the girl's chest, the blade piercing her vulnerable heart. As he tore his hand away, her lifeblood gushed from the fatal wound, painting her torso a sickening crimson. The girl's violet eyes fluttered open, her gaze distant and glassy as the light faded from her world. A final, rattling breath escaped her lips before she went limp, her broken body slumping agaist the ground.
This was a ritual of the rape path.
"It must have been the most horrific day for the village... for the girl. But for me? It was just another day. The world went on, unaffected. Babies were born, families celebrated, and life marched forward as if nothing had changed. To them, the day she was violated would be remembered as the happiest of their lives, a fleeting moment of joy in a world that had no room for her suffering. Her pain was nothing more than a shadow, barely a blip in the endless flow of time." Vader says to himself as he leaves the village.
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