He came very close to me and he was smiling evilly.
"We have everything that will fulfill your needs" he said with a smile. He started opening the buttons of my uniform and I was unable to do anything.
He looked at me. "Wow! Black bra, ula la, you have big boobs then I imagine, he said with bad smile.
He put his hand on my shoulder and slightly removed my shirt. He caught me from behind and held my head with one hand and threw me on the ground with himself.
He placed one of his legs between my legs and started licking my neck, like a wild animal.
He looked at me, and smiled, "This bra is coming between us" the man said.
Just then a fierce voice came near my ears "Kill him!" The voice was angry "You don't need to tolerate such people. Use the worst way you can to kill them. Kill everyone. People like these have hurt you and touched you. The time has come to end that fear and you must not waste this time" came the voice from inside, with cold and thunder.
I had no idea what he had done to me all this time because I had fallen into my past. I saw that he had brought his mouth close to mine.
I pushed that wild man away from me, just then another man said, "So this girl is now going to impose her rule on us."
He came at me, and I immediately grabbed his neck. I put my whole body's strength on my fingers and tore his neck away from my fingers.
I placed my hand on the ground and picked up my shirt and put it on.
Everyone's eyes were filled with fear. They drew their swords and started attacking me. Their swords didn't even touch my body. I killed a man, took his sword, and with that sword, I killed all the wild dogs sitting there, except for one who tried to harm me.
Then a man suddenly stood up and thrust a knife into my leg, not just once, but several times. My anger was rising. I looked at him with fierce eyes, and placed my foot on his head, until his entire head exploded.
"Yes, so I heard you needed warmth," I said in an angry evil smile.
"No, don't kill me. Forgive me. If I had known, I wouldn't have done anything like this," the man said, terrified.
"Wow! What's the use of apologizing now when you've already dug your own grave," I said with a laugh.
I tied him to a chair. "What are you doing? Let me go!" He begged for mercy. I gave him the same smile he was giving me.
I looked at the dry sticks burning. I couldn't think of anything else but to kill him. with an evil smile, I picked up a sharp stick and hit her reproductive organ and left the burning stick inside his body.
He was writhing in pain. He started screaming and shouting.
"First I'll make you suffer, then you'll die," I said with anger. then I thrust more sticks, which were like knives, into his reproductive organs. He was screaming loudly and started begging me to kill him.
I picked up another burning stick and set his chair on fire so that he would burn slowly and die with great pain.
I threw the last remaining stick on him to burn him. I saw him burning and he was still screaming. I raised my head and started laughing loudly.
After some time, I managed to calm myself down. With one injured foot, I began limping back toward the same waterfall.
My leg throbbed with pain—but I've always had a strange acceptance of pain, almost as if it was a part of me. I never liked the little comforts others offered; I preferred the honesty of hurt. One of my hands was wounded too, and every step sent a jolt through my body.
As I walked, a deep, thunderous roar echoed through the air—the sound of a lion, coming from the direction of the waterfall. A bitter smile curved my lips. Going there now would be madness, drenched in blood as I was. Still, I thought, if my death is written in the claws of a lion, I will accept it.
I sat down beneath a tree, my body trembling, my mind dizzy with exhaustion. Sleep wouldn't come—the pain was too sharp, too alive. Then, from the darkness, a faint green glow caught my eye. A snake, shimmering with light, slithered slowly toward me. I stared at it, calm now, almost relieved. So this is how it ends, I thought. If not the lion, then its poison.
But instead of striking, the snake climbed onto me gently, curled around my injured hand, and rested beside me. For a moment, I couldn't understand what was happening. Then, strangely, I smiled—a soft, peaceful smile. At last, I thought, someone has come to end it.
Yet I was still alive.