Silence. It was all silent. The woods were unmoving, nothing was there. Everything was still, quiet.
Crackling, screaming, crying, groaning, whimpering, kicking, hitting, dragging. It was no longer silent.
The children dragged the girl along, along the dirt path. She wore a nice Lolita dress, pretty and innocent girl indeed, but covered in rope she dragged along, along the dirt path.
"You've disturbed us, you know. It's disrespectful to hurt somebody." The boy in the fox mask said, leading the way.
"I'm sorry! I'm so, terribly sorry! Ive learned my lesson, now please, I beg, let me go!" The girl pleaded, but to her dismay she had only received scowls and laughter as a response. "May the gods have mercy on you, but we certainly shall not!" The young girl in the cat mask cheered gleefully, skipping along the old dirt path.
The two who held her firmly by the legs had thrown her into the middle of the opening in the forest, and suddenly they were surrounded. Children big and small, wearing masks. All emotionless, dull and silent. All standing there, in a perfect circle.
"Please, I don't want to die! I'm so sorry for hurting you!" She panicked, struggling, tossing, turning. She cried, she tried to breath, but cried some more.
"You wounded my brother, you made him bleed. You threw rocks, pebbles, kicked and spat. He's hurting." The boy in the fox mask said, standing still for a moment. The girl stared into the eyes of his mask, before he had stomped on her stomach.
She screamed, sobbing now.
"My brother is sensitive. He's already hurting. He hurts himself. He hurts others. He cries, and you accuse. You blamed him, you hurt him. He's crying, too."
The boy stomped on her again, chattering in the crowds suddenly forming as they watched her throw up.
"It seems they want you to bleed. You see, hurting family isn't nice. It isn't smart." The fox boy bent down, the little eyes staring deep into her.
"Once you mess with one, you get the whole pack."
He got up, and stomped on her again. Again, and again, and again. He made her bleed, choke and die.
The boy stepped back, and suddenly they all surrounded, ripping her apart like she was a doll. The boy in the fox mask simply watched, and a weary voice he heard,
"Brother, I didn't want this."
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Family
HorrorThis story holds disturbing content, please refrain from reading this if you're sensitive to topics such as: cults, gore, violence, kidnapping, death, throwing up, abuse(?), brief mentions of self harm - Just some OC stuff None of this is cannon to...
