A child screamed loudly. Yet his crys were muffled by the cloth wrapped around his month.
His hands and feet bound tight, and seated on his knees. Eyes open, forced to watch the grilling scene before him.
His mother was held by the hair as she screamed, yet no one answered her screams.
A man stood on her as with a plhayer as he cut off one of her fingers, blood gushing out from the injury, yet the man did not stop.
He looked at the young man as once again he repeated the process on the index finger. Cutting it slowly and painfully with force.
The boys mother screamed through the cloth, her crys loud, full of tears that never end. Yet the man did not stop but continued farther.
The man looked at the young boy, about 8 to 10 years of age, a smile evident on his lips as he looked at the young man.
The young man had tears rolling down his cheeks, looking at the man with clear hatred as if he could break out of the ropes and kill this man.
This grueling scene was on the living room just after you enter the doors of his house.
Next to that door lay the corpse of his father, killed with a knife to the throat, forced to die slowly and painfully.
The man did not look away from the boy as he cut of the rest of his mother's fingers, at this point her eyes were holo.
Out of tears and breath to scream. The man glanced at the woman as she looked pale and nearly lifeless.
Stood up and went to the kitchen, around the boy on the opposite side of the living room.
Only the young man was left to look at him dead father and nearly half dead mother.
His eyes full of pity, his heart ache as he felt as if his body could just shut down, but his mentality was to strong for that.
Just then, an axe came down as it sliced through his mother's neck. Yet stopped half way, causing her to feel unimaginable pain.
Through her near death state and broken voice she screamed even louder