Chapter 1
Twelve torches of fire were lit simultaneously. Devouring the night was very cold and became hot while the fire devoured the yellow bamboos with kerosene. It's an increasingly dark night. The torch of the fire torch formed a circle. While the face of a cynical and cynical face continued to chatter and dabble like a crow scrambling for corpse. Shouting, cursing and committing heinous acts.
Their faces looked sning, like wild beasts. Their eyes were sharp like starving dogs. And saw a piece of meat lying on the grass. A middle aged woman, a child shaman, a widow. Her hair was disheveled and began to bleach. Dirty and dull clothes. Some of the tearing is in front and in some other parts. I don't know how long he's been in that place. It's a very scary place for him. And everyone, for sure. He didn't even know why they treated him like an animal. Put his body on a large wood lying down. And in the middle of it are made two small wounds. Then put his foot in and lock it tightly. Although the women rebelled, they didn't care what they did.
The woman's gaze looks blurry, thick and black. His mouth was tempted but screaming. His lips screamed but didn't make a sound. His eyes looked alkaline, but they didn't shed any tears. His squealing face didn't make those cynical faces change pity. Tall trees are like ravanas of the puppetry. Glare at him spitefully and arrogantly. As if he wanted to skin him alive. And the nightly animals chirping are getting creepier. Occasionally the woman moaned quietly when her wound was spiked with cigarette ash. Then the tobacco smoke was blown into the woman's face dramatically.
'Hey, what are you guys doing to me?' she often asked them. But a cynical and terrifying face rebuked him. Cursed him and hit him several times. The woman was scared, very scared. Cueehh! Someone spat in his face. Then pull her hair roughly, and cut it with origin. Cursing her hair with fence scissors.
"You witch doctor!" shouted a woman in a shadow. His hair was white, but not the slightest bit he put a sense of pity. The woman was indeed a child shaman in their village. But several times her mother wanted to give birth to death to bleed out. The shaman had panic when the people blasphemed him. "Devil! Sucker of blood!!" he quipped again with an angry. The woman looked at him sharply. His eyes bulged holding back a very burning anger. He didn't even know why she hated him so much. He even hurt his body many times. 'He calls me a blood sucker,' hissed softly. The stomach that is now felt very sick and very sick has resented him from a tragic incident that happened to him some time ago.
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Twelve torches of fire were still burning. The woman was still on a large wooden piece with her legs locked in. He was taken by the villagers. And they again shouted at him with a poignant curse. Kicked his already helpless body and doused him with cold water. Even though the night still feels very cold. The woman shivered with her lips squirming. He noticed one by one of those who shouted at him.
“He deserved to die in the village! Let me know the taste!" quipped another with a sn6. The other grabbed her hair until the woman was dragged several meters away. Some of them pelted him with stones and precisely hit his lips. Broken and bleeding. Drip fresh blood by spreading a very fishy .
"Cueeehhh!" returned a thick spit squirting across his face. The woman's eyes again stared at the cynical faces that were unsonging her in the middle of the forest.
"Let him be eaten by a beast!" said another. The woman was back crying. But now his tears are not flowing. He was just silent while enduring the pain all over his body. Witnessing the babbling of mothers who hate themselves so much.
"Just burn him! He has sucked the blood of our village citizens!" another added.
The woman's eyes turned to a chattering person. A middle-aged man.
The villagers shouted back at him. Hit him like an animal in a trap. It wasn't long before the residents doused it with kerosene. The smell is intoxicating. And the fire slowly lit up. Slowly spends dry leaves around it. Burning wood and twigs were deliberately collected between the helpless woman's sides. Residents left him lying on top of the reservoir. Although the woman's screams were like howls of dogs, they didn't care. That long howl was hysterical. Twelve torches of fire disappeared from his sight. He left his body that turned like firewood. The fire had devoured him very furiously. The smell of grilled meat spread throughout the village. Very res it's so res ited! It stings like the smell of a crow.
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