"Did you check in all the rooms before we left?"
"Yes!" "God damn it!" My side hurts and my legs are giving out, I can't go back Jen."
"Please, please, you have to Sammy!"
"We have to keep on going Jen, they are coming for us as we speak."
"I know this Sam, but she is everything to me, I can't just leave her, she has to be in there somewhere."
"No, Jen....I..I.I..Can't. Leave and go now, we still have time to save ourselves. I am grabbing you and taking you with me if you are not willingly going to go!"
"NORRAAAA!"
"Fuck Jen, please baby lets go! I want to see the tuscany when it comes from the cascading green ivory hills again, please baby we can be free."
"She is my little sister Sam!"
"Don't you think we should gratitude her by leading our lives to be free from the torment we all went through?"
"I can live with the fact that I left her with them, to be slashed into pieces and raped to dogs of hell."
"You are a man Sam and we were separated in quarantine from your whipping pain of labor they made you do. We were raped and slashed with knives on our legs and wrists."
"I went through the horrid to Jen, we need to leave here, she is gone to a better place now."
"No, I am going to find her, even if I end up not coming back."
"Please, don't, I love you. They will be back any moment now Jen."
"I know, and I will die with her. By Sam..."
I held my breath as I clutched her hand in mine. I would not let go for dear life. She took out her army knife and quickly cut my arm to budge free from my grip. She rushed off, as I screamed for her, knowing she was gone. I could not go back to the torment and horror that lead to the route behind. I cowardly fell to my knees in between the old stump and the hey of grass that was singed at the tips. I knelt under the hazy new morning and blood of flooding tears and gushing rum of bleeding concocted around my face and arms. I yelled to god and the heavens who look down on the theme that was playing under there eyes. I was dead inside but my soul was still lit and needed to move. I had to leave the house, the torture that held over and over for three gruesome months. The girls who kept me going are gone and I have to run for the sin of freedom.
Everyday in the cottage of death to come, we had to be slaves among others to men of hell on earth. They would feed us nothing and looked at us as toys of there underworld. I was in a separate room to translate of the foreign language of dutch. They were transports of a assumed presence of dastardly people a minisful land. I was whipped and bit and punched and torched in fire. One day I had not eaten and asked for a morsel of food, they never fed us a crumb. They looked at me like I was the dumbest rooster they had ever seen with his head cut off. A man with grey and brown hair that blended itself in a comb over and as tall as the doorway of about six feet, he wore a beige suit and looked at me and said, " Yee is a dim, nine kesh for yee." He then took his metal statue of small portion and swung it at my leg and mid thigh. I lost the feeling in my left leg now and have broken bones in probably most of all my mare and mangle. I did not scream or murmur a whisper of pain or agony. For my only agony was the screams and echoes from across the hall of two girls who were so fragile and innocent. There were some days where I would want to see there faces so badly that I would sneak past the guard at my door and reach for a glimpse. I saw there faces at one angle only after two months. They did not even look like humans, more like there souls and hearts had left and now they were just skin and bones with purple and blue reflections. I was in so much hurt of the whole reason why we were here. I had to have the family take a trip, just me my wife and her sister to Germany. It was my fault that we are here in this situation. If only I had stayed in our house in Houston where the creek ran behind our house and the dogs barked and the birds fluttered. I want to go back and release my pain to past. They would whip them and rape them and slash them to there liking. They had some deranged sick deluded minds to do such acts on beauties as they were. They were now nothing but memories, even if they were a hallway away. I could not even think that they even were there. I had to force myself to think that they were dead and I had to just endure the last days of my life as a slave or until I would demise within the casting of the napping.
When it was twelve to one, one night, and I was dazing off on the cement wood floors, Nora my wife's little sister came in a gown of see through silk with blood stains and hair tousled in knots. I could see her young breasts seethe though her clothing of bare. I was mortified at the distraught of her sight. I could barely hold the tears from seeing her as such. She was tearful eyed and was nervous and shaking, she said in panic whispers, "They are leaving, all of them in an hour. They have to package supplies for some village near by." I looked at her nervous and flustered in disbelief and excitement as she was. I said, "Leave now, go get your sister and we will start or venture out the back door down the right hand of the bottom of the stairs." She nudged her head, and left briskly and shakily.
An hour passed and sure enough they left. I met with my wife, or what was left of her. She was torn in places not known or shown. I told her sister to leave now while I lifted my wife up. She carried off with no words said but okay. Others that were quarantined left as well, with cuts bruises and burns to exceed in all particular places to be scoundered on. I carried her fast but steady down the steps and went out the patio door. I was running for about a half mile. Then she awoke, she flipped herself from her weak body and flailed herself to the strongest being I had ever seen. She looked at me with love to wonder from the depths of my heart to be unseen for my eyes only. I longed for that look forever. She looked and gazed with that face for only a split second, then looked around, and her smile went from the longest down frown a person could ever conceive. She panicked and so did I. She yelled in a quite but urgent tone, "Where is Norra?" Supposedly Norra did not make it out and fell into one of the traps that lay countered though out the house. They would lay traps in the floors that were minor but translucent. They were nails that were purposely lift up from he wood of the floor to catch our bare feet on if we were to escape somehow. I knew this, and did not tell her for I was in a rush and thought she knew.
I can not go back now, and they are gone. I miss them, I want to feel and smell them. I cant go back. I didn't and live the former life of played out with no tracings of my life with them.The only tracing is if you look in my eyes, you will see a reflection of a lost soul in the fields of singed grass with my interlocked hands with both of them. My soul lives with them and will always be in those fields in tomb.
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