25 The aftermath (1/2)

His words were laced with venom. ”I will ruin you, whore! And this is not the end. Be prepared for more to come.”

His words were so comical. She laughed. Her laugh must have come up unprepared for him for he looked astonishingly at her.

He said that this was not the end. How couldn't it be? After all he had already killed her soul now. She laughed again at him. She laughed like a maniac.

”So you have already lost your mind? Great!” ”Let me give you an option. Kill yourself. Then you won't have to suffer anymore and the wolves too would have a good feast.” He threw the knife on the ground beside her.

With that he dressed up and then left.

In seconds he vanished into the air.

Leaving her to die!

In the night a bunch of wolves cried as if they found their prey.

But she lied there.

Underneath the dark night sky a virgin lay, half dead. Her body was still alive but her soul was not.

She lay there like that for a long time. Then slowlyn tears slid down her face silently. She had no more energy to wail. All she could do was silently cry.