Chapter 1: Prologue
Succumb to your evil and ravage the virtue of a mute person. And you'd know that silences can scream too.
Woods. They know everything about nature. They may seem lifeless and dull. But those beings arrested to stay still at one place for eternity have experienced centuries of mankind's phenomena.
Actions of malice.
Actions of good.
Actions that can't be categorised in either of above.
Actions of sins.
But there are days, or to be more apt nights, when they see sights that shake these unmoving fellows to their core.
A young pretty girl runs through the woods. She's clad in white top with cute pink crinkles on her waist and an equally white skirt. Her breathing is ragged and painful.
But she can't stop. To stop here would result in a fate worse than death.
She hits her legs on the stems, her naked soles are full of cuts and blisters due to the discomfit environment of the jungle.
But she can't stop.
The clouds up above in the blanket of darkness sway a bit and reveal a faint glow of moonlight. It was as if even mother nature knew something was wrong and was trying her best to save the girl however she can.
But what was such a sweet-looking, fragile girl doing here? This was no place for kids to roam around least run in such a pressing manner. Especially for a girl with features like her - Face of an angel, creamy white skin, slender hands and legs and a petite body that just makes you want to protect her forever.
She tries to run as fast as she can, as far as she can.
"Mama! Mama!"
She screams but the only reply she gets is blaring footsteps behind her. She turns her head backwards to check on the brutes she was running away from.
Several men are enclosing her from the back side of the woods. They all are sheathed in blood red robes, with a darker than black symbol on their chest - a figure that resembles the number 9 but it's either ends are freed from the enclosure to make it seem like the whole symbol is looping infinitely.
Shit
She was confident that she had outrun them. Her confidence is destroyed. She hasn't seen them for a long distance that she had covered perilously. But now, it was as if they had appeared before her in the blink of an eye. Her breathing becomes tense. If she was an Asthma patient, she would be dead by now due to the moments she had faced, the scary situations she has seen and the scenes of pure terror she has witnessed.
She readies her left leg in a stance to run again. Her body is pretty weak by now due to all that uphill battle of running away from there non-stop.
As soon as she lifts her left leg to take a step and turns her face forward, she falls hard on her back. She collides with something...or someone. The pin-shaped twigs on ground penetrate the area around her waist.
She screams. Her voice is tortuous and tormented due to the woe of blood escaping from her waist, soaking her white top with the blood. She opens her eyes to see a red hooded figure standing atop her with his legs on either side of her lean body. She can't see his face. She can't feel the malicious aura that person has. He feels exhilaration in that moment. He indulges in the feeling of chasing down his prey. He nourishes a feeling of lust for the hunt.
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The woods become aware of the childlike screams full of nothing but pure pain and disdain for the god. If God really exists why is he letting such a harmless, too innocent for this world, girl being dragged down by such beasts masquerading as humans.
It's said that when a child cries, the first thing that comes to a person's find is to make him/her comfortable and satiate themselves with the pure smile they get in return.
Not for these fiends of humanity.
Her crying is working as an aphrodisiac for them.
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