It was an icy-cold winter night. Silence reigned. Only the wind could be heard.
She turned her eyes to the sky. Clouds had rolled up and hidden the moon, which certainly didn’t bode well.
Suddenly, her heart started racing. He was back. She could tell it was him, despite the darkness, because of his nauseating smell.
He threw a bucket of cold water over one of the girls knowing her screaming would wake up the rest. He then went to grab one of the younger girls, but she scooted away from him, running to hide behind her mother. She, in turn, started pleading with him to have mercy on his own daughter, but that only seemed to enrage him. Without even bothering to try and verbalize his anger, he swung his rifle and smashed first the mother’s and then the daughter’s head with its butt. The rest of the women started bellowing hysterically when they saw the blood gushing out of their friends’ heads, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he grabbed another one of the girls by the arm and left the room ...Read more