Torn

Chapter Eleven: The Village.

The morning was cold. A frost had taken over the ground as winter inched it's way over the fall. Usually, a morning this chilly would leave people inside warming up before the day ahead, but today, they were all lined in a row with blades to their throats.

A tall male walked back and forth. He wore a long black overcoat. He was broad in the shoulders but quite lean. His hair was solid black. It was all shoulder length and left in a spiked mess. His oval eyes were crystal blue. Such a blue that they almost seemed to be white. His skin was pale. The male's jaw was defined and his nose a bit pointed. He was quite handsome, but his expression stayed cold. There was no feeling in his expression. No remorse.

"The King has been missing for how long now? Eight days? None of you have seen him once and yet we found debris of his carriage not far from here." The male walked back and forth in front of them, "Let me be honest, I have been waiting for his visit for some time. My uncle is not one to be late. All of you have some explaining to do. Either you tell me you killed him now, or point me in the direction you sent him. Otherwise, I'll have all your heads now. Where is my Uncle?"

"Eat shit." A male spoke up. He was quite beaten himself, and it seemed that he was even burned. All of the people seemed to have some sort of wound or burn. All were beaten. This man was the worst, "You are no lord, Garth, and you'll never be King. King Victor has destroyed our crop. Those soldiers, they're taking everything."

Garth came to a halt. He turned around and looked at the male who had spoken out of term. The male merely grinned and revealed his teeth, "Perhaps not but I am the next in line, and given the opportunity I will make sure you never repopulate." Garth walked up to him and leaned forward, "I come from a high line of powerful beings, and you wish to be rude to your own Lord's soldiers?" Garth leaned down towards the wounded man and grabbed his chin. The male shook his head, "You are on my land. To those soldiers, I am their leader, not my uncle. He is our king, and you will respect him and I, or learn from it, but I feel I've already heard enough."

Garth pulled out his sword and with one sudden swoop, he shoved it deeply into the male's stomach and twisted it inside. The people in the line screamed as Garth took the male's life before kicking him back off his sword. His body twitched as he choked on his own blood. The white eyed male looked down at him curiously. He rolled his eyes before pulling out a cloth and beginning to wipe off his blade as he walked down the line of people, "I'm giving you all one final chance. Where did you last see King Victor?"

All were silent. At this point they were all left in a state of shock. They looked at one another before shaking their head no, when suddenly, a young woman spoke up, "T-they ran him into the thick woods, Lord Garth." The brunette looked up at him shyly. She shifted lightly before wrapping her arms around herself, "It's dangerous there. Something magical lurks in those woods. You won't make it if you go in there. It is a forbidden place." The girl heard the people cursing her. They wanted the King to die, but they wanted to live in the process. "You'll see a cracked tree going down that way." She pointed, "I don't know how far it is, but if you go down the hill from there, that is where we lost him. We saw the glowing eyes." The girl took a step back slowly, "It took him."

Garth nodded lightly. He grinned as he leaned down and placed his hand on her cheek, "How old are you, girl?" The girl's mother could be heard saying no, fighting against the soldier. Garth looked over her. He grabbed a hold of her gown and began to pull on it. As if he was observing.

The girl moved back. She sulked lightly before giving a soft shrug of her shoulders, "Seventeen." She gasped as he grabbed a hold of her arm. The young female moved back from him before shaking her head no, "What are you doing?"

"Guards, kill these traitors and start burning the houses. This one is getting a bit more of a special treatment. I'll be in this house here. You all, stay out." The people were already being slaughtered. The teen yelled as Garth grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards the door. He threw her inside and slammed the door behind him.

Garth leaned down and picked her up by her arm, "I'm not going to kill you. My men will decide what's to be done with your people, but not you. Instead, you get more of a special treatment." The male shoved her forth into a table and began to pull up her dress. He stroked his hardened cock before pulling it from his jeans, "I'll give you a nice ride, and then take you home to take care of my dog's. How does that sound?" He flipped her over and began to pull at her gown. Garth ripped her breasts out as he pushed her legs apart and began to enter her quite roughly, "Ah, fuck, are you a virgin girl? Even better." Garth had no heart. The male had lost it quite some time ago. His own pleasure was all that was in his mind. His power got him what he wanted, and he knew it.

The girl cried out, and Garth allowed it. As his large member invaded her slit, taking all that belonged to her and filling her with his seed, she was left in utter shock. Her legs quivered as Garth pulled out. He had made it quick, but it had hurt. Her legs laid open as she heard the men knocking outside. The female rested quietly on the table as Garth began to dress.

Garth looked at her. He shook his head lightly as he pulled open the door, "Take turns, make sure she isn't killed. I have plans for her." Garth walked out the door. "Guards! Mount your horses and follow that trail! We're going to find my Uncle." He thought to himself for a moment before speaking again, "And this magical being that has been hiding under our noses. For all we know, it's what corrupted these people's minds to rebel." Garth climbed up on his horse as the screams in the village could be heard as it lit to flames. He had no sympathy. His heart, cold, "Let's find my Uncle."