Cariha continues.
“…Once you decide that you’ve had enough, you will drink what I offer to you, boy. Hm.” Cariha moves from limb to limb wondering what she should cut first. “Which should I start with—”
Before she can continue slicing into the woman’s body, the boy starts nodding, anxiously. It seems he already learned his lesson. She can somewhat imagine how she would feel if someone did this to her own mother. However, she and her mother are humans. This boy and her mother are not.
It’s a bit sad in a way. Sometimes you have to wonder what God was thinking to let them even be born… Well, it’s not my place to judge his plan.
She sighs before gesturing to the woman standing beside the young boy.
“Undo it.” Cariha orders Utha. The woman obliges and the boy, tears continuing to stream down his face, is released from the restraints binding his hands behind his back.
“I… I’ll drink it. Please don’t…” He cannot even finish his plea for her to not touch his mother.
He sees her face that was once without blemish or scar marked with a grotesque disfigurement. The outline of the wound has already turned from greenish brown to black.
The little boy knows that his mother likes her own appearance. In front of their father, she takes care of her appearance as best she can. His father often calls her “lovely”, “beautiful”, “pretty”. Although he doesn’t exactly understand why her cheeks turn red at those words, he knows that her appearance is important to her.
At least, it is not something that she would want taken from her in this manner. He can see the tears streaming down her cheeks.
Cariha is slightly disappointed. She had wanted to do things to the woman’s beautiful chest next… vicious things using her knife. Cruelty and violence towards other women, especially demihuman women, is one of the ways she feels like she can achieve sexual satisfaction while not showing her attraction to women in front of her family, her Lord or herself.
She wonders if perhaps this woman will be made to be her captive in heaven after dying in this sacrifice ritual. Would Cariha be able to have her way with her then?
Surely, if you prove yourself to the Lord, you’ll be allowed to do what you want, right? No, I doubt it would be that easy. *Sigh*…
Cariha hands one vial to the boy. She holds the other in her hand. The boy takes the vial. He looks at it for a second. He blinks.
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The vial is gone.
Suddenly, the boy hears loud shouts and screams. He closes his eyes in fear. He remembers his mother’s face, though he feels guilty for choosing to disobey her in the end. He realizes that if he was just going to concede to that woman’s demands anyways, then maybe his mother’s face would not be harmed.
He is only a child. Regardless of anything else that happens today, he will be traumatized.
***
Dzan runs full speed. There is an opening. His eyes constrict until he only sees a tunnel ahead of him.
First, he had seen the blonde woman take out two vials. His instincts were screaming at him to be careful about those two vials. If what Ajax said about human bombs was true, then wouldn’t those vials be of use there? He just didn’t know exactly what they did or how they were used. But, the blonde human was handling them with care.
He had wanted to jump to kill that human after she had said to the little boy that she would cut out his mother’s eye if he didn’t remain silent. It was amazing to him how quickly he decided that someone should die. It was almost instinctual to him to believe that this woman and her compatriots should be killed.
The way she had said those words so casually. It wasn’t just something said out of threat or even coercive. It was as if she was just describing to him the relationship of cause and effect concerning his choices.
How dare you speak like that to a child…
He could not allow someone like that to remain alive any longer. They were a threat to everything good in this world. At the very least, they were an immediate threat to that woman and her child.
However, Sigvor had stopped him from rushing out. Dzan had never felt this kind of force from him. She basically held him down with his left hand tied behind his back. He had always thought he had the strength advantage on her, but her grappling style ended up winning things in this case.
“Don’t. It’s obvious Ajax is wrong. These people aren’t planning some kind of bombing. They’re just your average evil cult members. Am I wrong?”
Dzan continues to struggle against Sigvor’s grip, but it’s a vice. She whispers in anger.
“Stop! Just… Wait, hold on, listen… They’re asking the boy to drink the vials… Oh. Is… Is that what they’re…?”
Sigvor had figured it out. His hearing was sharper than Dzan’s. He had heard the blonde woman ask the boy to drink the vials. Then, he started to piece things together. If Ajax was right about what he said about “human bombs”, then how would such a transformation take place?
Sigvor started to theorize that those vials had something to do with it. Which brought him to an important conclusion, one that made him stop thinking calmly. He started to see red. That woman was asking the child to drink the vials.
These monsters were trying to turn the child into a bomb. They had combed the apartment. One of them had gone from unit to unit looking for someone who fit their criteria.
They were looking for… a… a little boy…?
Her grip on Dzan loosened. Dzan got up and asked Sigvor what she had figured out. Sigvor explained to him the fate of the little boy.
“If I understand things correctly, Dzan, then… they’re planning to turn that boy into a bomb. They’re asking him to drink something.”