An Illustrated Story: Abused War Captive

[cisco47]

Silence deepened. The rats crept back, bolder now. One climbed up the rough wood and gingerly made its way over her hip, its whiskers brushing her vaginal lips. Her skin, pale from years of indoor bondage, became dotted with small dark biologics: ants, spiders, hornets, all intent on carrying a tiny bit of her flesh back to the nest. Ravens roosted on the beams of the cross. They hopped the length of her thin arms, penetrating their needle-like beaks just deep enough below her epidermis to taste the warm fluid within. Camryn closed her eyes. *Let them come. Let it end.* She knew that it would be several days of torment before death would reprieve her, a slow death by a thousand bites, stings and pecks. With her eyes shut she heard the sound of more movement in the dense underburush as more creatures approached her helpless body.

to be continued ...