236 Untimely (2/2)
”T-thank you,” I weakly muttered, but it would appear that she did not hear me. In fact, I didn't hear myself say it as well.
The silence of this empty road was soon dispelled when a truck drove by and stopped not too far ahead of us. Muria halted, and when I looked up, I saw that our path to safety was severed by the soldiers dropped off by the Jorzan truck.
”Shut the gates!” a man with a scar on his face and dressed in a Jorzan officer's uniform barked to the other Jorzan soldiers in their language. ”Don't let anymore of these rats out.”
”Sir,” a Jorzan soldier notified his officer as he aimed his rifle in our direction. ”Two individuals.”
”That girl looks mighty fine,” another soldier commented as he licked his lips.
”Do what you want,” the officer shook his head and said.
”Yes sir,” the soldiers smiled as they slowly encircled the two of us and approached.
”That guy looks half dead already,” a soldier commented with an evil smile that was distorted by desire and a thirst for destruction.
”Leave him to die,” another said. ”That girl...we can take turns with her.”
With great difficulty, I slowly lifted my head up, glaring at the five Jorzan soldiers that had us trapped. My breathing intensified as beads of sweat formed on my forehead from the great stress this simple behavior had placed on my body. My legs trembled and threatened to give way and it would have if not for Muria's body supporting mine.
”Damn,” a Jorzan soldier commented with a lustful smile. ”Look at those boobs! Oh God!!!”
My right arm was around Muria's shoulder for support, so I reached my left hand to my belt and retrieved the holstered pistol. After quickly disengaging the safety, I pointed the pistol directly in front of me and at the group of Jorzan soldiers, causing them to quickly tense up and aim their rifles at me.
I grimaced and clenched my teeth together as I forced my body to endure the pain and weakness as I retracted my right arm from Muria to stand on my own. Slowly, I took a step forward to stand between Muria and the Jorzan soldiers. My knees still trembled. There was no way for me to deal with that. But...in the very end, I was able to stand my ground.
”Back off!” I barked at them, using my last burst of adrenaline to force my body to move.
”Drop the gun!” I heard a soldier shout in Vilhemian.
”What's going on?” the officer walked over with both hands behind his back and a stern expression on his scarred face. ”Oh?” The officer appeared mightily amused by the sight of me holding up the pistol and standing between them and my wife. ”That pistol...are you a Vilheim soldier?”
I didn't respond to his question. I was too tired to respond. If I were to do anything to break this delicate balance my body was in, I am certain to collapse. In fact, it was the most I could do to keep my arm from trembling.
”A soldier dressed in civilian clothing,” the officer nodded. ”You're a runaway.” He then laughed.
”What a coward,” a nearby Jorzan soldier chuckled and commented.
”No he's not,” the officer shook his head and said as he stepped through the semi circle of Jorzan soldiers. ”He's a true warrior, unlike those others who fled.”
”How's that?” the soldier asked.
”He stayed behind to protect his woman,” the officer smiled and pointed out. ”How admirable while your comrades just fled, leaving their Capital for the taking.” The man shook his head in disappointment. ”I like you. You're honorable. If you were one of us, then I would definitely have a medal given to you. But since you're one of them Vilhemians...” the man's smile disappeared as his facial expression was replaced with a dangerous expression. ”Your honor must be trampled.”
With a movement by the general that was so fast that it was invisible to my fatigued eyes, my left arm fell to the ground with a thud. With great horror in my trembling eyes, I slowly looked over at the stump and saw as what little blood still remained in my body started gushing out.
”A...a Caster?” I muttered in disbelief as my eyes quickly darted back to the officer.
”Have fun boys,” the officer turned around and simply stood there with his two arms behind his back as he looked over at the closing gate down the street.
With me having been disarmed, the soldiers quickly rushed over towards us. Two of them pinned me down onto the ground, while the other three grabbed Muria and threw her onto the ground. With one on either side of her holding down her arms, the third soldier began ripping apart her clothing, cutting open her blouse to expose her chest and also ripping off her pants.
”Let go of me!” Muria kicked and resisted, but it was of no avail.
”Damn this is beautiful,” the soldier commented with a lustful look on his face as he inserted a finger into her.
”Stop!” I cried out and tried to force the two man off of my. Yet...my body was too weak to do anything...
”Sir!” the soldier shouted as he quickly retracted his finger. ”She's a virgin.”
”Sir,” the other soldier then said. ”I think you should have the first taste. This is your catch after all.”
”If you all insist,” the officer turned around with a smile on his face as he started unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. ”Watch carefully Vilhemian soldier,” the man said with a taunting and evil smile on his face.
”Arhhhh!” A cry of pain echoed through the empty street as tears streamed down from Muria's eyes after the man forcefully inserted himself into her virgin and pure body, violating her and tainting her.
”Get away from her!” I shouted, tearing my vocal chords with the amount of strain I placed on them. A final surge of energy entered my body as I freed my right arm. However, my body was still pinned down. Yet...even in this desperate situation, I reached my hand out towards her, hoping that a miracle could somehow happen. Nothing happened.
All I could do was watch as Muria cried as the man continued to thrust himself in her, licking on her breasts and forcing his tongue into Muria's mouth just after that. After that, the other soldier removed his pants and shoved his penis into Muria's mouth, grabbing onto her hair in a violent and forceful manner and slapping her across the face when she resisted.
It wasn't too long before they were finished and released their white and yet disgustingly dark fluid into her. At that moment, I truly gave up. I cursed these men as well as this world. I cursed the fact that I only died after witnessing that horrible scene.
Yet...nothing can change the fact that I had failed to uphold that promise I had made to her...
Her face...that last smile she directed towards me, even though she had and will be enduring hell...it was as if, in the end, she's trying to tell me to not worry. Even in the end...she's thinking about me...