Frere Jacque...
He entered the cabin in the dead of the night, the rest following him quietly.
Frere Jacque...
Entering the bedroom, they quickly grabbed the couple sleeping in the bed peacefully, not knowing what would happen to them in mere minutes.
Dormez vous ?...
Husband and wife, they started struggling and yelling, trying to get away, to reach each other, to escape from their fate.
Dormez vous ?...
Hauling the couple out of their bedroom door and the cabin, they began tying them up according to plan, with the couple begging for their life, grovelling and crying; it didn't deter the men from what's to happen now.
Sonnez les matines
Inside the bedroom, the man cloaked in black approached the small cot in the corner, where the singing girl staring at him blankly was sitting.
Sonnez les matines
"Well little bird," he muttered while crouching in front of her, "I want you to continue singing with that pretty voice of yours as loud as you can, for as long as you can. Can you do that, little bird ?" he lifted an eyebrow and looked at her. With the same blank look on her face, she nodded slowly.
Dig, Ding, Dong...
The man with the black cloak followed the rest of the men outside, where they were waiting for him to begin. He looked at the poor excuses of human beings at his feet, tied up like pigs waiting for slaughter; he figured it's not that far off of an analogy. With that thought, he gave a nod to the man with the saw, a signal to begin this night.
As the morning light began creeping on the horizon, the whole town could hear the warning bells echoing across their land...
Dig, Ding, Dong.
YOU ARE READING
The Singer
Historical FictionShe sings in a tavern. She lives alone. She doesn't do much. Until she took revenge.
