Amazon's Coliseum III (ENG)

Chapter 32: Onmyo-Za

Somewhere in Ukraine, a few years ago.

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-I thought we had a deal...

-Part of my deal was not to kill innocent children...

-Is that so? You served in a war where many women and children have died. I think I should have a word to the person who recommended you. I'm very disappointed.

-Well, you should've think about it when hiring a Circassian whore, you can't trust them.

Militants, mostly wearing balaclavas, had a battered Ismahane tied to a chair in an abandoned and ruined building.

-Look –said their leader-, being honest, we're going to kill you, but it's up to you if you want it to be fast.

-And of course that Pizda of you won't be spared, but you're going to choose whether it's our penises or our knives.

-Relax, Gavriil. First, we need to know where she sent those children.

-You can do whatever you want to me - she says defiantly - but whatever you do, it won't take away the fact that you are fucking cowards. It's the same with you as with the Ukrainians, mercenaries or not, you disgust me with your fucking nationalism and believing that you are destined for great things, and... Gaaaaagh!

One of the Russians stabbed her in the thigh with a knife, causing the Turkish-Circassian woman to scream and writhe pain.

-Take a load on this Chiornaya. You definitely got guts, but I want to know, are you sure that we can do everything we want and you still won't say anything?

-Ghh... I won't tell you anything...

-Fine... Fyodor, bring them.

The man obeys, and after taking only about 5 minutes, he arrives with 3 really horrified young girls, between 10 and 15 years old.

-Sister!

-Denef, Nashqua, Kuna! You bastards! How the hell did you...? Agh! –The militiamen took the knife from the woman's thigh-. No! Wait!

-You said we could do whatever we wanted. Let's make a deal: you can choose any of your three fucking sisters and we'll have fun with her, while you watch. After we're done, you'll have the chance to tell us what we want to know, and the rest, maybe, and just maybe, will die a not-so-slow death. Now, choose.

-Sister –said the youngest-. What are they going to do to us?

Ismahane wailed in frustration, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to do anything about what was about to happen.

-P-please... do whatever you want to me... but to them...

-Of course we will, but first you'll have to choose one. If you don't choose on the count of 3, we'll have fun with all 3, and you'll see everything before we do the same to you. Here we go... 1...

-Sister –said the 15-year-old, crying buckets-... choose me... but don't let them do anything to my other sisters.

-Tsatsuna! I don't want to die!

-... 2...

-I'm sorry, I...

-... 3... time's up...

Indeed, time's up, because an explosion sounded outside that half-destroyed building.

-Chto? Ugh...

One of them fell from a sniper shot. The rest tried to respond, but the door was knocked down and several men arrived, shooting at the Russian militiamen, while about 3 were subdued with knives by militiamen dressed in black with tactical equipment and face masks.