⚔️☠️ Whispers In The Grave ☠️⚔️

Chapter 15

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John, sensing an opportunity, seized the moment.

"See, Daniel gets it! He understands that this is important."

The bearded man, his brow furrowed in confusion, turned to his son.

"What's important, son? What's going on?"

Daniel, eager to hear more, looked back and forth between his father and John.

"What happened to Sarah? What was she about to do?"

The bearded man, realizing his son's interest, sighed. "Fine, but make it quick. We have a lot to do."

John, relieved, grinned.

"Alright, alright. So, as I was saying, Sarah was about to..."

Sarah was about to leave when suddenly the familiar voice rang out in the kitchen, startling her.

A hand, rough and calloused, grabbed her hair, pulling her back towards the old woman.

"You bitch,"

the voice spat, laced with venom.

"First you ruined the morning, and now you're messing with my daughter?!"

Sarah felt her scalp being ripped, a sharp pain shooting through her head.

"Wait, please... stop!"

she pleaded, her voice trembling with pain and fear.

"H-help... everyone... please!"

Sarah cried out, her voice raw with desperation.

She pleaded with anyone, anyone at all, to intervene, to defend her in some way.

But to her horror, no one moved.

Not a single soul stood up.

The men, the women, even the children, simply stared.

Some continued eating, their faces blank and indifferent.

Others averted their eyes, as if the scene unfolding before them was nothing more than a passing shadow.

Sarah's eyes, blurry with tears, struggled to focus.

She saw the faces around her, etched with a chilling apathy.

No one dared to intervene.

The fear in their eyes was as palpable as the pain throbbing in her scalp.

A wave of despair washed over her.

She understood now.

Even if someone tried to help her, they would be punished.