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The Hombres in Negro Veils 2

Part one of this story here >>> PART ONE

The time was now 11.34am

We could not feel the chilly breathe that was emanating from the disorganized air that was being squashed by the roaring fans in the library. We could not feel the ample ambience of the library any more. We were losing our patients and our hope. Some of us had defecated on our bodies, children were crying, some were being bandaged while some came to the floor we were in and dropped down dead with shocking bullet holes drilled inside their bodies. The faces of the people around me both young and old looked terrified. We knew what was to be our fate despite the government efforts. We knew these people and what they usually did to hostages they captured. We had the feeling it is a lost battle. The only thing we would do was to hide. However, what if they lit the floor on fire? Alternatively, sprayed the entire floor with bullets and grenades? Hiding would not be of any help. Faking death by applying someone’s blood on our faces also could not be of any use. These people have the tendency to continue shooting as the lifeless body of an innocent citizen jumps up and down on the floor as the laugh at the top of their voices.

 

All I knew is that we would run and meet ourselves stranded at the topmost floor. I started trembling as I garnered some frail strength to keep we awake. I had the feeling that today was actually my last day to breathe the air of this world.Just as I was in my thinking closet about the current status quo, there was a HUGE explosion just at the floor below where I lay. I actually felt my body lifted up by the pressure it had exerted on the floor I was in. huge cracks had started protruding due to the effect of the explosion. The floor was threatening to sink in at the left corner of the library. The people in the library were all screaming and running towards the top floor. It was the only way to move away from all the troubles that were coming towards us. I felt as if I could make myself fall on the ground and cover myself with a fellow’s blood. I feared the consequences.

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part 3: HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES

part one : HERE

part two : HERE

this is part three of the story.↓↓

‘What do you really want with me?’ she asked again. She cried painfully as she gazed at his merciless face. Every time she raised her head to look at him, frothy blood-like saliva would flow from the left side of her mouth to the dirty floor. She directed her eyes on the grimy bathroom floor as she pretended not be looking at the knife in his socks. She wore a pitiful look like a forlorn whose beloved had scorned her and departed with another. She had a feeling that this guy would be contended and satisfied after making a meal out of her. She was sure about this guy killing her. She had never come in terms with such a ruthless man before in her life.

SHE HAD BLED SUFFERED AND PERSERVERED THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFERENT TORTURE

SHE HAD BLED SUFFERED AND PERSERVERED THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFERENT TORTURE

This bandit did not show any sign of coming into a consensus with Sherry. He got close to her and held her hair pulling her towards the bathroom window. As she grabbed her hair into a knot and pulled her entire body weight, she screamed so hard that it necessitated the collector to give her a facial blow that made her lay unconscious on the tied up chair. She laid her head on the side as blood trickled ceaselessly from her mouth. Her deep cuts on the face and bleeding abrasions could not hide her damaged face anymore. Why could a man do such things to a lady?

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TORMENT: GRINDING ON THE SAW

This article revolves around the suffering of human beings precisely either internal or external torture. This can be as a result of natural, political, emotional or spiritual interventions that overwhelm the human heart to a point that they decide suicide is the best option of survival.

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heavy tears of the forgotten

There comes a time in life when all you have has been deprived off you; when you feel you cannot move anymore.  The clenching of teeth and wiping tears that never ceases to roll. Your eyes change to red color for a number of weeks until you feel you cannot do it anymore. The feeling is overwhelming and excruciating. That is the time you know the real pain of suffering. 

Suffering is an excruciating situation in which you feel so deprived of something that really mattered to you. The feeling prolongs for long depending on the subject it is based upon. These can be in political instability, death, poverty, children exploitations where young children are recruited as soldiers, sex exploitation especially where women are imported secretly or conned for sex-slavery. The get into the world of massive torment and torture. A world that nobody ever wanted or believed they would ever be in. A world where all the voices you know or have heard about are related to screams and anguishing in abject torture.

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