The Kings Hold

Prologue- The Kings Hold

The first loud explosion sounded, followed quickly by screams that seemed to float across the midnight sky.

Katya lay still, every bone in her small frame paralysed with fear. Her legs began to cramp and her fingers were turning white, yet, she wouldn't allow herself to move, it was too risky. Every soul in the village had known this night would come, it had been two weeks after all, an entire fortnight of unbearable patience that had lasted since the first indication of war.

The king seemed to have taken his time with the attack, lazily sanctioning the people of Azaria to a false sense of hope. This, they now knew, was a mistake. No mercy would be shown to them, nor their children. The Kings men were barbaric, unholy creatures, sparing only the few they believed would pass as one of their own Aurelian's.

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Katya's mother rushed to where her daughter crouched, silenced sobs wrecking her body. "Shh, don't cry." She placed her hands on Katya's tear stained cheeks, gently wiping them away with her thumbs. "Come, we must hurry."

Katya nodded, and as quietly as she could, gripped her mothers hand and ran with her to the back of their house. Her mother bolted the door behind them and quickly threw the thick burgundy rug aside. Hidden just beneath it was a hole, dug deep enough to conceal Katya's presence.

Tears streamed from her mother eyes. "I love you, my Kitty Kat." She whispered, hugging her daughter fiercely. Katya knew her mother did not care for her own safety, only her daughters. Her beautiful, beautiful daughter. "I love you, too." Katya muttered softly, her big grey eyes, almost identical to her mama's, filled with tears and longing. Even at the young age 6, she knew that this was the last time she would ever be held by her mother.

"No matter what happens, you do not come out. Do you hear me? Do not make yourself known." She ordered, shaking Katya's frame gently.

"I promise," she choked, to upset to say more. Katya's heart ached distantly for her father, their protector, but she knew he wouldn't be there to say farewell. Her mother kissed her hair one last time, and helped her climb down into the pit, before carefully covering the hole again. Tiny gaps between the carpets material allowed a clear view of the room above, as well as a good supply of oxygen.

Her mother moved away from Katya's hiding space, bravely awaiting the moment she'd be discovered. They were close, she could tell. Footsteps and shouting sounded suddenly from within the house. Katya's mother looked frantically back down at the carpet, just before the door to their room burst open.

Two men entered, soiled in blood and the colours of Aurelia. They looked like all other Aurelian's; hair and eyes as black as coal, with faces of terror and torture.

"Well, what do we have here, eh? We got ourselves one of those Avarian lasses...sexy as they say..."

The male closest to Katya gripped her mother around the neck, forcing her up against the wall. The other whipped out a match, and disappeared into the opposing room for a moment. Katya could guess what he'd been to do, the smell of smoke was already filling the air.

The only sounds that resonated throughout the room were the moans and grunts that emanated from the men, as the took turns pounding into her mother. She was being brave-as Katya knew she would be, even though her eyes reflected nothing but fear.

Katya cried mutely as she watched on in horror, unable to look away. Dark red liquid began to stain her mothers dress and pour out over the floor, but even then, the men did not cease. A gasp escaped her mother, and she fell to the floor, the large man's cock still inside of her.

More blood formed, and it was soon flowing across the floor like rivers. The men continued roughly pounding into her, relentless. Katya's mother didn't shy away, her hands remaining steady, until, slowly, her eyes gave out and she went still.

"Useless whóre!" The man removed himself from her mother, and spat on her lifeless form. He got up and pulled a knife out of his back pocket, before driving it through her mothers delicate stomach. Katya stifled the urge to scream.

He keep on stabbing and stabbing, unremitting to the blood that gurgled from her mouth. Katya screamed loudly, unable to stop herself.

She then realised her mistake, and began to tremble where she sat. The men looked towards her hiding space menacingly, the terrifying bearing of the Devil plastered on their faces. Katya shrank back, further into the darkness, but it was too late. The rug was thrown back and they reached for her.

This was it, she thought. The end.

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