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They called her a rare beauty that needed to be worshiped. A young goddess with piercing eyes that could cure the dying with a simple glance. However, while some called her a goddess, one that needed to be adored for her strange gifts of healing and magic. There were others that sworn her a witch that needed to burn for her sins of the dark craft. And soon, that time of blissful happiness would soon vanish forever.
Elora’s fading memory of paradise were quickly substituted with the realization of the cruelty in this world. Soon her memories were clouded with times spent dirtied, bound and placed on display. Soon forgetting the sensation of a warm embrace of her mother or the protection of her father. For all the girl knew, her parents could very well be a pair of eyes mixed in the crowd that watched her. Only given enough food and drink to sustain her developing figure, however, left a lingering ache in her gut for more. She never understood why everything had changed. What had she done so wrong to deserve this? Elora only wanted to help these people in need, and because she helped, she is being punished? She just didn’t understand!
She may have been alive, but this was no way to live. She was a caged lion who has never experienced the thrill of the kill. And yet, Elora was still a lion. One that wouldn’t be tamed easily. Even when their fists would break bones, when their words wounded her more than the daily stone events, Elora’s spirit wouldn’t break. No matter what they would do, year after year, season after season, Elora’s strong will would never falter. And this infuriated them… However, even as a child, Elora knew this was not the worst that could be happening. And sooner or later, the worst was meant to come…
Once in her early adulthood, past the time of the naïve child she once was, Elora has come to terms with her fate, accepting the fact that she would never be happy again. However, evening knowing this, she would never give them the satisfaction of giving up. Or, so she thought…
She heard it from the mouths of the men who watched her that night, gossiping about how the Gods will bless them for their good deeds. The truth of why they fed her just enough for her breasts to fill and womanly curves to form… By the early dawn, Elora would finally be rightfully punished for the sins she has committed with her witchery.
Suddenly her eyes fluttered open to the sound of footsteps approaching. It seemed the temptation of sleep proved more overwhelming than her decision to try to stay conscious throughout the night. Today was the day. The day she would never forget.
They took turns ravishing her body without any regard for the pain she was enduring. One by one, another after another they just kept coming. Ripping through her innocence, and finally, breaking her pride. Elora wiggled and squirmed under their hefty weight. Her screams echoed across the withering lands. However, she knew it was no use… She knew no one would be coming to her aid. They never had before, and they wouldn’t start now. There was no getting away, and she knew after this, there was no reason to keep her alive.
Never had she felt so terribly alone…
This rightful punishment lasted from Dawn ‘til dusk. Finally, the last townsman gripped her hips, and with all his might, thrusted his climax within her, obnoxiously grunting over his victory as the young girl just laid limp. They laughed at the sight of her lifeless body, cheering her bloodied and destroyed form as the Mayor of the town approached with a lit torch. Everything seemed sluggish as he dropped it.
Then… it was black… An absolute oblivion. When Elora came too, there was blood everywhere. Blood that wasn’t her own. The men that were just amused at Elora’s pain were now unrecognizable. Only the women of the town lived, staring with horror in their eyes. “You Monster! Rot in hell where you belong, witch!”
Thick eyelashes fluttered open in a panic. Her dark, unruly locks painted the ground like waves of the ocean. A few strands fell over her slender shoulder flattering her full breasts. Hazel eyes searched the shabby hut in urgency. Sighing in relief when she realized it was only a nightmare, she stood, splashing some rainwater on her sweat-soaked skin.
Nothing had changed since back then. No matter where she wandered, the tales of Elora’s witchcraft would follow. No matter where she went, it was always the same reaction… Soon, she found It was better to live in solitude within the forest many feared to venture. Over the years, she had taught herself many things, even how to build this shabby old hut. Which, in all honesty, could probably use some lessons on. Either way, it was her home.
And yet, Elora craved the company of another…
That’s when she saw him. He was simply wandering the paths she had created to ensure a safe way home. They had never interacted; however, she would only watch him from a distance. Observing, watching and waiting for him to give her a reason to get rid of him as she had done to many others who had found their way into these trees. It wouldn’t be the first time she had killed a man, after all, if she didn’t kill them, they would’ve killed her. Still, this man only wandered, as if searching for something, someone… She sensed no ill intent from him, but it was only a matter of time, and until then, she would watch him, waiting until he showed his true colors, and once he did, she would do to him what she had done to the others.
Cautiously, Elora silently made her way through the trees to the usual place, and like clockwork… There he was. Slowly, she crouched down, hidden in the bushes a distance away and just watched, wondering what he would do today.
Elora’s fading memory of paradise were quickly substituted with the realization of the cruelty in this world. Soon her memories were clouded with times spent dirtied, bound and placed on display. Soon forgetting the sensation of a warm embrace of her mother or the protection of her father. For all the girl knew, her parents could very well be a pair of eyes mixed in the crowd that watched her. Only given enough food and drink to sustain her developing figure, however, left a lingering ache in her gut for more. She never understood why everything had changed. What had she done so wrong to deserve this? Elora only wanted to help these people in need, and because she helped, she is being punished? She just didn’t understand!
She may have been alive, but this was no way to live. She was a caged lion who has never experienced the thrill of the kill. And yet, Elora was still a lion. One that wouldn’t be tamed easily. Even when their fists would break bones, when their words wounded her more than the daily stone events, Elora’s spirit wouldn’t break. No matter what they would do, year after year, season after season, Elora’s strong will would never falter. And this infuriated them… However, even as a child, Elora knew this was not the worst that could be happening. And sooner or later, the worst was meant to come…
Once in her early adulthood, past the time of the naïve child she once was, Elora has come to terms with her fate, accepting the fact that she would never be happy again. However, evening knowing this, she would never give them the satisfaction of giving up. Or, so she thought…
She heard it from the mouths of the men who watched her that night, gossiping about how the Gods will bless them for their good deeds. The truth of why they fed her just enough for her breasts to fill and womanly curves to form… By the early dawn, Elora would finally be rightfully punished for the sins she has committed with her witchery.
Suddenly her eyes fluttered open to the sound of footsteps approaching. It seemed the temptation of sleep proved more overwhelming than her decision to try to stay conscious throughout the night. Today was the day. The day she would never forget.
They took turns ravishing her body without any regard for the pain she was enduring. One by one, another after another they just kept coming. Ripping through her innocence, and finally, breaking her pride. Elora wiggled and squirmed under their hefty weight. Her screams echoed across the withering lands. However, she knew it was no use… She knew no one would be coming to her aid. They never had before, and they wouldn’t start now. There was no getting away, and she knew after this, there was no reason to keep her alive.
Never had she felt so terribly alone…
This rightful punishment lasted from Dawn ‘til dusk. Finally, the last townsman gripped her hips, and with all his might, thrusted his climax within her, obnoxiously grunting over his victory as the young girl just laid limp. They laughed at the sight of her lifeless body, cheering her bloodied and destroyed form as the Mayor of the town approached with a lit torch. Everything seemed sluggish as he dropped it.
Then… it was black… An absolute oblivion. When Elora came too, there was blood everywhere. Blood that wasn’t her own. The men that were just amused at Elora’s pain were now unrecognizable. Only the women of the town lived, staring with horror in their eyes. “You Monster! Rot in hell where you belong, witch!”
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Thick eyelashes fluttered open in a panic. Her dark, unruly locks painted the ground like waves of the ocean. A few strands fell over her slender shoulder flattering her full breasts. Hazel eyes searched the shabby hut in urgency. Sighing in relief when she realized it was only a nightmare, she stood, splashing some rainwater on her sweat-soaked skin.
Nothing had changed since back then. No matter where she wandered, the tales of Elora’s witchcraft would follow. No matter where she went, it was always the same reaction… Soon, she found It was better to live in solitude within the forest many feared to venture. Over the years, she had taught herself many things, even how to build this shabby old hut. Which, in all honesty, could probably use some lessons on. Either way, it was her home.
And yet, Elora craved the company of another…
That’s when she saw him. He was simply wandering the paths she had created to ensure a safe way home. They had never interacted; however, she would only watch him from a distance. Observing, watching and waiting for him to give her a reason to get rid of him as she had done to many others who had found their way into these trees. It wouldn’t be the first time she had killed a man, after all, if she didn’t kill them, they would’ve killed her. Still, this man only wandered, as if searching for something, someone… She sensed no ill intent from him, but it was only a matter of time, and until then, she would watch him, waiting until he showed his true colors, and once he did, she would do to him what she had done to the others.
Cautiously, Elora silently made her way through the trees to the usual place, and like clockwork… There he was. Slowly, she crouched down, hidden in the bushes a distance away and just watched, wondering what he would do today.