Man wake suddenly and abruptly not as the result of his gradual awakening from the sleep but due to the cold water splashing over his face. He choked, blinking and looking at the new surroundings with wide eyes as well as attempting to struggle against the chains that now bound him. A voice, frosty and commanding, echoed in front of him, "Get up, criminal!" The words were as sharp as a knife and expelled the last remnants of the drooping out of him.

His eyes were wide open, and He looked clumsy and dizzy as if he had not a clue where he was. The chamber was very large and gloomy, the walls adorned with high, dark arches that were more like pillars so that they appeared to be towering over him, and made large dark shadows on the floor. The roof was as high as a cathedral ceiling had with figural carved ornamentation on the theme of justice that looked maliciously like mocking at him. Finally the dull smell of incense and people clashing with the heavy influx of human bodies was overwhelming.

Both benches on each side of the aisle were packed with spectators and more of them were standing in the aisles. Most of the spectators were dressed in old ragged clothes. Their clothes as well as their facial appearances suggested that they are but simple towns people. Their faces were set, they looked satisfied and disdain at the same time, their gazes pinned to him as if he was an animal to be punished. A number of whispers and mumbles swirled in the crowd as if they were flask-like, swarming over a rotting meat.

There in the center of the room, and towering over every one else, was a huge table of wood on which the judge sat. He rules his roost as a judge does and his chair was large, black and designed like a throne complete with black velvet upholstery and besides to his right, a large wooden gavel leaned casually against the seat. The judge himself was an austere man dressed in a long black robe of the deepest scarlet color, his face hidden behind a large cowl, but the eyes cold and calculating gleamed in the darkness.

man awake is a struggle against restraints and he could feel the biting cold of the metal that cuts into his wrists, where the man has them secured behind him. His legs were chock in stocks, he had little freedom in his lower limbs. He attempted to struggle and immediately the jingling of the chains refreshed him of his state. He was getting desperate, he had questions in his head, but there was no time to reflect anything.

From the noise, the judge's voice rose above the rest loud and powerful. "Are you the one named Yesno?" Shiv appointed him towards her, his voice ringing through the vastness of the hall.

A man noticed it and kept on gazing forward without any expression of understanding what was happening. He was overwhelmed and had not found the courage to argue yet and he was even a criminal, sitting in the cage, a courtroom, all eyes on him and all of them seemed to be hostile. He hardly had the chance to come up with a reply, when a sharp and hot sensation raced across his spine.

Crack! It was the sound of a whip which had a rather sharp crack to it.

Next to him, a guard clad in coarse leather armour had whipped him with a long sensory whip across the back. This pain was so sharp and unbearable that I couldn't wait for even a second or so. This was still rather painful, burning him with a bright red feeling on his skin. man's gasped, his body almost immediately propelled forward from the table, his mouth wide open, eyes stunned.

"Speak when spoken to!" said the guard and lifting a whip."Yes! My name is Yesno!" said he, shaking like maple sap from the sudden cry of insight and the stick's pain.The judge sat still for a second, looking directly at him, a blank look on his face. The plaintiff's lawyer asked: "Do you know the crimes you are accused of?"Yesno raised his eyes to old Fugger, his body still shaking from the effect of the lash, and blinked bewildered. Crimes? What crimes? His mind raced. "How am I supposed to know what crimes I've committed?" he answered frantic and turned around in desperation. "Well, I have not committed any wrong act! This must be a mistake or a mistake of the court to offer such verdict."The offended people began cursing loudly creating a chorus of noises from the people in the crowd.

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"You frog! Liar! Scum! You realise what you've done!"

Finally the courtroom erupted with angry sounds of voices. Every voice had hatred and anger in it. Some of the people screamed he was inhuman to them while others wanted him to be punished severely. Their faces contorted with anger and they pointed their fingers at him screaming his name like a curse.Some of the accusations were: "Thief! Murderer!" "You ruined my family!" "Burn him alive!" "He deserves death!"The shouts varied in tone, but the message was the same: They wanted him dead. The hatred that emanated from them was palpable and the courtroom seemed to shake with the intensity of their despise.The shouts varied in tone, but the message was the same: They wanted him dead. The hatred that emanated from them was palpable and the courtroom seemed to shake with the intensity of their despise.He became angrier than ever and it seemed as though the air was heavy around him and the fierceness made it almost impossible for him to breathe. Yesno had to take a moment to process all that was happening before his head whirled dizzily. How could they be saying this about me? His mind was racing and he was breathing heavily with anxiety rising in his chest. He was not a murderer, not a rapist—how could they touch him when he did not even lift a finger that hurt anyone in his entire life?. The judge was not perturbed at all by the chaos prevailing in the court; he patiently waited for the crowd to disperse before proceeding to continue with the hearing. "Well," interjected the man, raising his loud voice above the roaring crowd, "have you listened to the charges from the people? These are the crimes they are accusing you of. "

Yesno said nothing, the dust tinged beard particles sticking to his parched lips, rendering him incapable of speaking. Even in his mind he was saying to himself that something must be wrong here, that he had to be missing something. But there was no misunderstanding with the judge's eyes, or with the eyes of the spectators. His failure to speak, his disoriented looks, were of no concern to them.The judge went on, his tone as frosty as the steel blade of the sword in the drawer. "You are standing trial for the most heinous of crimes It might interest the court to know that Yesno, the man standing before me, is a member of the dreaded Seven gangsters who have been giving this city a hard time for the past few years. "

Yesno was struck with a look of surprise. undefined He had heard stories about them, nasty stories of a gang of heartless robbers who are said to have killed many, robbed, raped, and plundered many other people. But to be accused of being one of them?

"You have been part of this group," the judge said, his voice dripping with authority, "and have personally committed acts of violence and horror. These are the crimes you are accused of: by the random killing of peasants, the looting of homes and shops, the rape of women, and the annihilation of children and other dependents. "Those words knocked the breath right out of Yesno. His heart raced and his breathing became fast as he listened to it, disbelief clearly etched on his face. Every offence was graver than the other, every act more heinous. But the worst part of it lay still ahead of him, a great weight pressing on his chest and stomach as the truth of the charges sank in."You have threatened the streets and made mayhem your specialty and this court will not hesitate to send you to prison for as long as is allowed under the Nevada state laws," the judge went on. "You have no hatred. You are heartless. The blood of the innocents cry for vengeance. Your desecration is felt in this city today. "esno's chest raced, his bones shook while everything he didn't understand was put on the table right in front of him. His mind went blank just thinking of a way to make them understand him –a man- and not a monster as they were portraying him. He had never killed any person, never an act of violence to any person—how then was this coming about?

There was complete hush within the courtroom now and the atmosphere was tense as the judge gave his last verdict.

"Yesno, you have been found guilty of offenses that no one can forgive You will pay for your sins."

Yesno's hands trembled and clutching his palms he mumbled, "What is wrong with me? What have I done?"

At this, in the tone of an electronic friend coming from his pocket, there was a knock that he knew very well. He tilted the cursor of his eyes and the system screen popped up as if it was a misty image in front of him.

The screen message read, 'Congratulations to the host for being convicted of countless crimes.' It was followed by the same creepy smile emoticon.

Yesno's chest was constricting at the sight of what was on the screen as he struggled to breath heavily. His eyes were laden with a cocktail of terror, anger and bewilderment. He had been an innocent man let into a nightmare by the system, trapped and with no means of an alibi, and was now considered a demon for the atrocities that he had not committed.