She holds her gaze as steady as she can, although inside she's shaking and fighting for outward control. She's on the verge of breaking down and losing whatever calm she has managed to display, yet her level gaze never wavers. Her expressive eyes plead justice. Beg for understanding and compassion. The vulnerability and sincerity shining from her whole being would have convinced anyone. No! Almost anyone.
But not this enemy. This enemy is too accustomed to battering innocence to have a conscience left within itself...their hooded eyes sparkle with deception; their piercing stares filled with self-created contempt and hate; their angry words veiled under sarcastic insults. They come closer and closer relentlessly - creating an inescapable barrier around her. Then perfecting it by closing in together...
Still she doesn't lose her carefully perfected exterior. It's the only weapon left she screams to herself. And even though her insides are writhing with fear and desolation, and her every breath causes her to wince inwardly as she battles against the sobs threatening to erupt any second, her eyes now reflect only cold determination. She knows they will never be humane enough to follow what even they know is the truth and concede her victory, yet her indomitable spirit wills her to remain defiant, even if it strains every pore of energy her body contains. It is sheer will-power that keeps her standing there, staring endlessly, silently refusing to accept defeat.
The continued act of self-resiliance in the face of such danger irks them rather than gaining their grudged admiration. Maybe it's not even their fault, since they were all long stripped of any human emotions. Their ragged breath is already coming in the shallow gasps of anticipation. They can already taste the tantalisation of crushing their opponent, with no regard for the dishonesty, deceit and lies that brought them thus far.
With a silent murmur akin to a hungry growl, they all begin to descend even closer to her - simultaneously and, in a sinister way, almost gracefully.
The years of meticulous disregard for humanity and the truth have rendered them such. The endless instances of sheer cruelty and force have extolled them to near-perfection in their 'art'. For it is nothing short of an art what they have accomplished...tormenting innocence with a ferociously determined, yet unspoken, vow to ravage it until they succeed in killing it. Completely and surely. Wiping honesty from the very face of the earth, until nothing but malice like theirs reigns in endless supremacy.
Their insistent growls, low in their throats, seem indefinably dangerous to her. As they march so close to her that she can see nothing past the solid wall they have skilfully erected all around her, the fear escalated unconditionally and wildly. Until it breaks. Her resolve shattered by the sense of impending, and immediate, doom she begins to scream. Full of fright at first, and then hysterically. Louder and louder, out of the fear that she had battled against for years, with eyes flashing around wildly, looking frantically for someplace to escape. Any place. The tears start pouring down her face - unchecked and desperate. It is another plea, another way of begging.
Undaunted, they stride on further, as if they cannot even witness the pathetic sight they all behold. Further and further, until her loud wails are enveloping the entire cave. Until her cries turn into muffled screams that are drowning out. Until they are so close that her breath turns jagged, and she begins to choke.
Uncontrollably...unendingly.
Even her chokes become muffled as they close in even more tightly, towering above her sitting frame, dwarfing her. They lean down to ensure their success. Gradually her cries become even more muted, and she begins to struggle for air.
She is rapidly losing control of all her senses, and she fights desperately for composure. She already senses that it's a lost cause. Yet the remnants of her battered pride do not allow her to submit herself willingly, even now when death is staring right into her face.
The chief suddenly thrusts his hands out and seizes her throat, ready to complete the task.
Her jagged breaths sending shooting pains across her chest and ribs now turn into pitiful gasps. Gasps of air that are coming too infrequently, and too ineffective.
Sensing victory is now within plain sight, they all let out a roar of approval. Their laughs reverbate in the secluded cave, bouncing off the walls and coming back with even more venom. Those howls are manic, yet ecstatic as they continue jeering her long after her body has been stripped of all human breath, long after she is just a pile of bones and flesh thrown carelessly across the floor...long after she ceases to exist.
But not this enemy. This enemy is too accustomed to battering innocence to have a conscience left within itself...their hooded eyes sparkle with deception; their piercing stares filled with self-created contempt and hate; their angry words veiled under sarcastic insults. They come closer and closer relentlessly - creating an inescapable barrier around her. Then perfecting it by closing in together...
Still she doesn't lose her carefully perfected exterior. It's the only weapon left she screams to herself. And even though her insides are writhing with fear and desolation, and her every breath causes her to wince inwardly as she battles against the sobs threatening to erupt any second, her eyes now reflect only cold determination. She knows they will never be humane enough to follow what even they know is the truth and concede her victory, yet her indomitable spirit wills her to remain defiant, even if it strains every pore of energy her body contains. It is sheer will-power that keeps her standing there, staring endlessly, silently refusing to accept defeat.
The continued act of self-resiliance in the face of such danger irks them rather than gaining their grudged admiration. Maybe it's not even their fault, since they were all long stripped of any human emotions. Their ragged breath is already coming in the shallow gasps of anticipation. They can already taste the tantalisation of crushing their opponent, with no regard for the dishonesty, deceit and lies that brought them thus far.
With a silent murmur akin to a hungry growl, they all begin to descend even closer to her - simultaneously and, in a sinister way, almost gracefully.
The years of meticulous disregard for humanity and the truth have rendered them such. The endless instances of sheer cruelty and force have extolled them to near-perfection in their 'art'. For it is nothing short of an art what they have accomplished...tormenting innocence with a ferociously determined, yet unspoken, vow to ravage it until they succeed in killing it. Completely and surely. Wiping honesty from the very face of the earth, until nothing but malice like theirs reigns in endless supremacy.
Their insistent growls, low in their throats, seem indefinably dangerous to her. As they march so close to her that she can see nothing past the solid wall they have skilfully erected all around her, the fear escalated unconditionally and wildly. Until it breaks. Her resolve shattered by the sense of impending, and immediate, doom she begins to scream. Full of fright at first, and then hysterically. Louder and louder, out of the fear that she had battled against for years, with eyes flashing around wildly, looking frantically for someplace to escape. Any place. The tears start pouring down her face - unchecked and desperate. It is another plea, another way of begging.
Undaunted, they stride on further, as if they cannot even witness the pathetic sight they all behold. Further and further, until her loud wails are enveloping the entire cave. Until her cries turn into muffled screams that are drowning out. Until they are so close that her breath turns jagged, and she begins to choke.
Uncontrollably...unendingly.
Even her chokes become muffled as they close in even more tightly, towering above her sitting frame, dwarfing her. They lean down to ensure their success. Gradually her cries become even more muted, and she begins to struggle for air.
She is rapidly losing control of all her senses, and she fights desperately for composure. She already senses that it's a lost cause. Yet the remnants of her battered pride do not allow her to submit herself willingly, even now when death is staring right into her face.
The chief suddenly thrusts his hands out and seizes her throat, ready to complete the task.
Her jagged breaths sending shooting pains across her chest and ribs now turn into pitiful gasps. Gasps of air that are coming too infrequently, and too ineffective.
Sensing victory is now within plain sight, they all let out a roar of approval. Their laughs reverbate in the secluded cave, bouncing off the walls and coming back with even more venom. Those howls are manic, yet ecstatic as they continue jeering her long after her body has been stripped of all human breath, long after she is just a pile of bones and flesh thrown carelessly across the floor...long after she ceases to exist.
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