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Original X-roads-2003
And you could hear from all directions, screams of women. Some too young to be women. Screaming into the night, only to befall the same fate as those in the corners when they died. And she was forced to watch, as she convulsed in disbelief. As soldier after soldier in and endless nonstop circle, satisfied his lust within these women. Cas wanted to die. She want to be anywhere but there. She knew begging and pleading would do her no good. They never stopped, some of the women would die on the table. She thought to herself, how lucky they were.
Casandra was numb. Never had she seen such brutality. Babies throats were slit while their mothers being sexually violated in every sort of manner watched. She shook with a cold that would never be warmed.
Cas heard screams and cries from every direction, women begging for help and mercy. The soldiers were raping women right on the street.
“My Gosh!”, She gasped as she stepped back. “This can’t be happening, this can’t be real.”
Matrae pushed on her back, to keep her moving forward.
Past the camp was a house standing about a quarter mile from the exit of the village.
This house was kept in good order, even as she passed through the doorless entry. The blue vase on the stand by the entrance still stood. The carpets on the walkway were still clean. There was no sign that anything had ever gone awry here. She was escorted to the parlor. A decent victorian knock off, done in pink.
“Leave us.” Mark commanded.
The others left the room in silence closing the door behind them.