1. Book 1: Town Raid, Chapter 6


    Date: 12/1/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Death, Murder, Snuff, Teen, Violence, Author: Jonesy_Dangerfield, Source: sexstories.com

    I took a seat at the foot of the stage, exhausted. In front of me lay a middle-aged man wearing a cloak of embroidered gold. I figured he was probably the village lord. His spine was crooked and an arm and both legs were broken. No doubt he had been trampled to death in the opening moments of the attack. A woman and a boy in similar attire lay next to him with similar injuries. I pitied them; it was an ignoble way to die. I looked out over the square, over the veritable blanket of wriggling, squirming bodies. A tall man sat cradling his hands, which were each missing several digits. A young girl whimpered pitifully, curled on her knees and hugging the hole in her belly. A teenage warrior crawled slowly on her belly towards her severed arm, tears streaming down her cheeks as pulled herself along with her one good limb. ============ Jenny lay in a charnel heap of blood, flesh, and corpses. She had been one of the warrior trainees who had attempted to resist the invaders in the square. She had stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her brothers- and sisters-in-arms in the second rank as a crazed mob of foreigners charged. Cynthia, a real warrior of twenty-two summers, had stood in front of her, and Jenny had felt confident Cynthia could handle any enemy that came at them. Jenny's only job was to stick her spear in the gap to the left of Cynthia's spear as a deterrent. Her confidence was shattered moments later. A shirtless, burly raider with blue face-paint had charged straight at her ...
    spot in the line. Deftly, he had sidestepped Cynthia's thrust with enough control to avoid being spitted on Jenny's own spear. In one fluid motion, he had dragged his sword across Cynthia's belly and repositioned it for a strike against Jenny. Jenny's impending doom had played out in slow motion. Rooted in fear, she could only watch as he drew back his sword, then thrust it forward straight into her navel. Ice had filled her guts and she had gaped in shock as he roared triumphantly in her face. The strength had faded from her legs and she had fallen forward as he'd drawn out the blade. Now, Jenny cried miserably as she lay in a pile of Cynthia's warm, squirming intestines. Her long, flowing red hair clung to her face, slick with sweat and blood. Cynthia herself was still alive, screaming shrilly on her back a foot away from Jenny, frantically trying to stuff her guts back inside her. How could it have come to this? Jenny wondered. How at fifteen could she be slowly dying in the center of her hometown? How could her killer have been so cruel as to give her such a painful, slow death? Jenny couldn't have known that he had stabbed her in the belly because he had wanted to ensure he could pull out his blade quickly. She wouldn't have cared. Desmond, a boy a year older than Jenny, had his chest crushed by an axe and now lay across her legs. His body jerked one last time as shit exploded from his bowels and onto her legs. Jenny couldn't stand it any longer; she had to get away from ...
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