Belvino
Little Minx
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They had taken her from her home in the middle of the day. They ripped her from her life, and dragged her away from the last meal she was to have in days screaming obscenities all the while. She was led through a gauntlet of angry people and forced into a circle of them, as they ripped and tore at her. Her dress shredded in their angry hands, and her soft skin gave way to scratches and hard slaps. She could feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks, flushed red with humiliation as the strong scent of paint flooded her senses. She wondered if they were going to dump that on her head, but instead they took a thick brush and began painting over her torn dress. When they were finished she took a moment to look down at herself, studying the large letter 'A' they had painted across her front.
“Adulterer!” a man screamed and she looked at him not recognizing the man behind the hideously angry features. The crowed followed suit, and soon all of them were chanting the word over, and over again. Vaguely, she was aware of a scraping noise rising above the sound of the crowd.
Eventually, they all stopped yelling, and she was pushed ,and shoved backwards the crowd parting to reveal a large platform standing within the center of the village. Rising through the center of the platform was a tall pole. She did not have long to wonder what they were going to do with that before she was thrust in its direction and pushed up to the platform. Her captors took thick, ship ropes, and proceeded to tie her to the post with her arms wrapped round behind her, and around the pole. They wrapped the rope around her waist, and trailed down her legs, mercilessly tightening it until she was forced to take small breaths.
When she raised her head to look at the crowd it had grown in size, and several women had arrived to watch the events unfolding. Some stopped at the edge of the platform, and spit at her feet, whilst others took to throwing rocks and various other things. She felt something smash against her, and realized shortly after that someone had thrown animal excrement.
“Please,” she pleaded, her dark hair falling across her face as she attempted to shield herself from a rock that hurtled towards her. It struck her on the side of her head, and she could feel her skin split with the impact. A hot rush of blood trailed down her head, matting her hair together as it traveled from the wound.
They continued to throw things for some time, and after a long while they grew tired of that, and tired of yelling and the crowd dissipated. They left her there not bothering to untie her for days, watching sometimes, and calling her names at others. They watched as her lips cracked, and started to bleed, dehydration settling in. They watched as she slumped against the ropes her shoulders, and arms numb to the pain- her legs too weak to hold her anymore. The sun beat down on her head, her green eyes dulled and unseeing to the things around her. Her mouth was arid, and long ago had stopped producing the spit needed to moisten it. She knew now that it was their goal for her to die, slowly, and without fail.
“Adulterer!” a man screamed and she looked at him not recognizing the man behind the hideously angry features. The crowed followed suit, and soon all of them were chanting the word over, and over again. Vaguely, she was aware of a scraping noise rising above the sound of the crowd.
Eventually, they all stopped yelling, and she was pushed ,and shoved backwards the crowd parting to reveal a large platform standing within the center of the village. Rising through the center of the platform was a tall pole. She did not have long to wonder what they were going to do with that before she was thrust in its direction and pushed up to the platform. Her captors took thick, ship ropes, and proceeded to tie her to the post with her arms wrapped round behind her, and around the pole. They wrapped the rope around her waist, and trailed down her legs, mercilessly tightening it until she was forced to take small breaths.
When she raised her head to look at the crowd it had grown in size, and several women had arrived to watch the events unfolding. Some stopped at the edge of the platform, and spit at her feet, whilst others took to throwing rocks and various other things. She felt something smash against her, and realized shortly after that someone had thrown animal excrement.
“Please,” she pleaded, her dark hair falling across her face as she attempted to shield herself from a rock that hurtled towards her. It struck her on the side of her head, and she could feel her skin split with the impact. A hot rush of blood trailed down her head, matting her hair together as it traveled from the wound.
They continued to throw things for some time, and after a long while they grew tired of that, and tired of yelling and the crowd dissipated. They left her there not bothering to untie her for days, watching sometimes, and calling her names at others. They watched as her lips cracked, and started to bleed, dehydration settling in. They watched as she slumped against the ropes her shoulders, and arms numb to the pain- her legs too weak to hold her anymore. The sun beat down on her head, her green eyes dulled and unseeing to the things around her. Her mouth was arid, and long ago had stopped producing the spit needed to moisten it. She knew now that it was their goal for her to die, slowly, and without fail.
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