The Passion Of My Enemy
** accidental Slaughter **
One by one the sounds of screams and moans slowly disappeared. As time stopped in the stillness of the deep night, the smog from the smoke of the fire created by the slayers began to rise in the air surrounding the mansion where Amy grew up.
He stared at the criminals passing by in every room in the mansion, no one paying attention to his presence sitting quietly beside the body of his beloved father who had died. His eyes widened looking at every corner and watching every movement in the large room.
No man was left alive in the massacre. All of her father's loyal bodyguards and workers had been wiped out, only the women were left alive, the servants were seen Amy being led out of the mansion and to date she has been unable to see them. He tried to get out of the room to see what the enemies would do to the women. But having just straightened up to see, the sharp glances of the men in the room stopped his steps.
Amy doesn't know what they're waiting for, or why they didn't kill her too? He was anxious to find out where the horrible man who had shot his father had gone without even blinking, while voicing a satisfied laugh.
The man ignored the statement of surrender of the father who wanted to make peace, willing to follow any conditions for the safety of all those who are responsible. But after hearing his father's statement, the jerk spit instead. Laughing, then showering him with gunfire and then dragging his father's body into the mansion.
Amy could not scream, cry, shock to see the father she loved had been killed making her voice suddenly unable to come out. He simply fell silent beside the father's corpse with staring eyes, looking to and fro a figure he hoped to survive this terrible massacre.
The sound of items being thrown and stacked in the middle of the room distracts Amy. Surprised he saw the cruel man had returned with a rope heading towards him.
The men were busy gathering all the treasures they could take from the mansion. They destroyed whatever was locked, ransacked all the contents of the mansion.
Unexpressed Amy saw the leader of the massacre heading towards her, she tried to keep nothing implied in the flat face she displayed.
No one knew how his heart was beating uncontrollably, fear, anger and desire for revenge roared in his heart.
Quickly and violently the man tied Amy's hands together in front of her. The strength of the bond was painful in his soft skin, and he grimaced as the man fiddled with the rope, causing painful friction in his skin.
Feeling successful provoked a reaction from Amy, the man again moved the rope so that the friction gets stronger and makes the skin sore. Amy grimaced in pain and the man laughed instead, as if Amy's reaction was a pleasant pastime for him. But the man wasn't satisfied that Amy hadn't cried and begged for mercy. Amy's calm and alert attitude when dealing with him made the man grow irritated.
"You're so sweet, sweetie."
The man said then pulled the rope that tied Amy's hand so tightly that she was dragged and fell to the man's feet.
"Well ..you don't have to kneel, baby, without kneeling, of course I will enjoy you and take you with me always."
Laughter echoed inside the room of the men's bodyguards. Amy couldn't help herself, furious that she was spitting at the man in front of her. Satisfaction crept in him when he saw the look of disbelief on the man's face.
The slap was so loud. The pain that made Amy's ears ring. Instantly he felt his tongue also taste salty and blood began to flow at the corner of his torn lips.
"Basar don't know thank you! You should be grateful for your life I forgive you!"
The noise coming into the room distracts the man.
"Jack .. look. This one I found settles in the corner of the mansion. He's killed ten of our men out there!"
The right-handed voice of the man called Jack echoed. It was seen he was dragging a black haired woman whose face was covered with blood. Jack looked as he furrowed his brows towards his right hand, as if asking what was with the woman's face.
"Well ... I'm kind of having trouble subduing it. It seems he is not a servant. He's good with a gun, so I gave him a little lesson on his face."
Amy glared at the woman, a sense of relief immediately flooding into her heart. However, soon he set his face to come back expressionless.
The woman who came by just glanced at Amy, then immediately threw away a glance. Once a look at Amy's face made her heart growl, anger surrounded her.
These bastards have beaten his master's daughter to the point of bleeding. The girl's cheeks looked red, the corners of her lips were torn and there was blood there. But at the moment there is nothing he can do. Right now he could only look and judge until he found a gap that might be able to save them both.
With a gesture of hand Jack gave the order to his right hand to tie the captive woman like Amy, then he sat in the big chair that used to be used by Amy's father in the room.
His eyes looked around. Looking at the results of his conquest to the Sky family mansion. They attacked right after midnight. Carrying out the massacre without even listening to the surrender statement from the head of the Sky family. A satisfied smile adorned the man's cruel lips.
"Now there won't be any peace you'll talk to this family of bastards, Derek," he whispered satisfied.
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