Treaty of Outcasts

Engagement with a Killer

I was lying. It was still dawn but I didn't sleep, I felt anguish within me. Today is a different day of the usual, a day that I hope about two years ago. Today I can get some piece of information about my future fiancé, Samuel.

A ruthless and bloodthirsty killer, I can say I'm lucky to have conquered him, I also thank my good fortune that he didn't recognize me or distrust me.

It's funny the vision we have of each other. He always tells me it was love at first sight, poor bastard, I can't say the same.

I was lucky to be almost killed by his partner and not for him. I do not forget anything, any details of that fateful day...

Hidden behind the barn I could see everything through the wide cracks of the wooden wall, I saw all of them there terrified of what would happen to them, stuck without being able to escape.

There were two of them, one was inside and the other outside, I knew because of the shouts from all sides. I couldn't imagine how was being with the girls out of the barn, I just prayed not to be found and not happen to me what happened to them in there.

I was hidden, covered in a cart leaning against the wall and then my vision was privileged.

At first it seemed to be a feast for one man, he chose one from the group of the bays.

There were four stalls and he chose at random. There were several girls in all of them, shouting, refused to accompany him, but he dragged the pulling out, and then he raped them, making atrocities with these little girls and then leave them bleeding down with his brutality, he slashed them.

Finally, without any pity, he killed them, leaving in the middle of the barn, the body open and their eyes glazed by the slow death.

I had time to see all the rapes, then just death, just undress and kill.

Even today I see that as a party, where he had a hearty feast for a single guest who is satisfied with what can eat, then gets bored, but remains the party for obligation.

After raping a six girls and killing them, he had not seen more grace in it. He was beginning just to undress them and stick the dagger in their bellies deeply, starting from the lower abdomen and rising every soft part leaving a huge cut vertical.

The pile was growing in the center of the barn. Girls still alive and open agonizing one above the other, at least the lucky seventh girl until the rest were more fortunate than the first.

I remember when the tarp that hid me was torn from me, the sky light invading my little refuge.

I wish I could have screamed, shaked and request please, but I had seen enough there to know how it would be with me out there, I feel the anticipated pain at the site where it would be giving the first blow. What I felt when the knife started up I did not know, but it was the part that scared me.

It was faster than I thought, everything went like lightning in my head. It have been seconds. I was torn from the little cart where I was hiding, I just stripped the novice temple vest and received a single, fast and clean pain near the belly button to the right.

I saw the look of pain from my evildoer, the agony he felt to kill me, anger in his eyes and I knew it was not because of me, it was something more.

I was not dead, but I was so numb that not moaned and maybe that was what saved my life. He carried me and took me to the barn putting me gently on the bodies pile. And today I think the irony is that, a gentle killer and worried about how to drop a body in its last place.

I stood quietly and in shock, hearing the last breath of several girls, waiting my last breath.

I still can hear the discussion of the two. I did not move, I was afraid of Samuel, afraid that he see that I was still alive and decided to make to me the atrocities that he made with these girls that he killed.

I don't know how this work, but if it was a feast that I could only assume that his hunger would come back or maybe I was a nightcap. I don't know, I know I was still breathing as little as possible and not issuing a single sound.

My evildoer was angry. — It didn't need all that, Samuel. It was just doing that we were commanded. To leave the bodies here and hang the jackets so that the priestess could see them before the bodies inside.

— Do you really think that I saw so many girls, I would not enjoy, André? They were going to die anyway, you idiot. They were our prey, I just relieved the tension before completing the service.

—Tension? You almost opened them in half, you miserable. What you did was an excessive cruelty. Luckily we don't serve together to the Lord...

A laugh made my spine freeze, I knew I passed out or die at any time.

My cut was pressed by the thigh of a girl who had given spasms before she died, the blood had decreased her flow, it still I felt sleepy, voices began to get away, even when I did my wrongdoer spoke.

— I can't understand these orders. We were allies, were each other collaborators, we were sent here to take care of these girls to come to the priestess, and look what we really had to do.

So I don't hear anything, everything went dark. I woke up minutes or hours later, I don't know, but it was night.

There was a fire out there in the distance, the voice of the two was far away, the barn window was low and I didn't lose time, so with effort I pulled the hardened and cold leg and I stood up unsteadily and reached it.

I was almost going through it, then I felt a hand press my mouth, a breathy and urgent voice in my ear.

— Don't scream!