Finding the Sacred Tree

The coercion part 1

We have arrived at the square. there are already 2 poles made of wooden sticks and also a whip that is still fastened on one of the poles. When we came, there was a fat man with bald hair on top of his doang, approaching us with a smile.

"Oh.. Mr. John. Did you bring any more criminals to torture."

"You're right Geri and this time I brought my most hated criminal that he killed my friend and my student."

"Your friend? Who is that sir?"

"Si Tapoc and her family. They were killed in a very cruel way."

"Tapoc? That famous Tapoc sir?"

"Yes, and this kid killed him."

"Geez, why did he do all that?.does he have a grudge against Mr Tapoc?"

John was silent and did not answer.

"Master?"

"This is what I hate about this boy. I still don't know the motive of this kid."

"What! How could Mr. John, the great detective, not know the motive for the murder of this child."

"But that's the truth. I honestly brought this kid here to interrogate him through torture."

"That's it, but does Mr. John believe that this child killed Mr. Tapoc. Later if it gets wrong, we can get affected you know."

"If that's what I'm sure of, maybe. I've gathered some evidence and it all points to this kid, but I'm still wondering, why is he doing all that?"

"Hmm. Then how about we start, sir. Maybe with some lashings, this kid will confess."

"Hum...Then let's do it."

Then my clothes were removed and my pants were also removed and replaced with shorter pants. It was done to make the torture more thorough. If I eat trousers, then the whip will not be felt when whipping the legs. Then I was hung with both hands and my feet tied at both poles.

After that, they began their torture. The first to whip was Geri. He looks very enthusiastic about this. First of all before he whips me. He whipped the land first and the land below him slightly scratched a little.

That can be so because the rope made for drunk is made from the bark of the burhti tree. And the bark of the tree had very small thorns, which until the human eye did not see it. In addition to small thorn spines, the bark of the Burhti tree has elasticity and resistance that is quite strong. Which makes the whip not easily damaged.

After feeling good to hold, Geri immediately whipped me and it made my body there was a scratch wound. Even if the scratch is small, it hurts a lot, if I still care about my life. Unfortunately the lash didn't make me react at all. My face remained at the beginning, which was a lethargic face with a blank look.

Geri who saw me had no expression when she was whipped, was annoyed and whipped me harder than before. Geri continued to whip me, until in the end she was tired. There were already so many wounds on my body and my face, but I was still expressionless.

"Hah.hah..this is the child why the hell? I've whipped a couple of times, but he's not expression at all." Geri looks ragged.

"Hmm.it's not exciting at all." John approached me while taking out his sword and then he stabbed me in the thigh slowly.

Because John did that, I ended up in pain and yelled quite strongly.

"YESY...!"

"Well..now answer my question! why do you do all that, instead of you loving them."

In a quiet and vague voice, I said.

"Mom.not me."

John who was not satisfied with my answer immediately pulled out the sword that was stuck on my shoulder violently. I screamed again because of that. The people who saw, cheered happily when I was tormented.

Then John put the tip of my sword on my other thigh.

"OK.now answer my question correctly. Why did you kill them?"

I still answer with the same words.

"Mom.not me."

John directly pierced my other thigh firmly until it penetrated him. I shouted again and the audience cheered loudly.

John kept doing that until noon and I still answered the same "not me."

"Take my question right or you'll lose your eyes."

My body is full of puncture holes, from the body, hands and feet. My butterflies are gone one, my nails are gone all. My fingers are nine. My body is no longer broken.

"It's Mr. John, you've tortured him excessively. We'd better have lunch first, and then we'll continue to interrogate her." Geri looks no longer strong to see a cruel scene like this, so he told John to stop.

John was silent for a moment and then he put his sword into the sheath.

I'm hungry anyway."

"Well, then we will eat where sir." Geri and John walked away.

"Just as you go."

"Okay, then I have a good restaurant recommendation, sir..." Their voices the longer the slower, their shadows the longer the smaller. After a few minutes they are no longer seen or heard. They really left this place.

I thought I could finally rest for a while, but as it turned out, after they left, replace the citizens who tortured me. They took turns whipping me, but they did not know what I had done, but they still whipped me because I was a criminal.

When I was in the cambuki for the first time, I did not feel anything, but because there were open wounds all over my body. So when the whip hits my wound it will hurt a lot. Even though I didn't scream out loud. But it still hurts and makes me grimace in pain.

The treatment of the citizens didn't just whip me. They also threw rotten fruits and vegetables at me. They also sometimes throw a big enough stone that is a fist to my head and it makes my head bump, even bleed.

When tortured like this. I thought, how could my life change so drastically. Just a few hours ago, I had a good life. I can eat well, take a refreshing bath, sleep comfortably, entertainment that will never run out, and also live with a harmonious family. I thought it would be a long time, but it turns out that the beautiful life is only temporary.

This is when I missed my old life, which was living with my adoptive parents first. I miss training with my father, I miss my mother's soup, I miss my bed made of straw, I miss hanging out on the porch, I miss the commotion in my house, I miss....

There were so many memories with my parents that came to my head and at the last moment, I saw my mother and my father hanging out together on the porch. They turned to look at me and then smiled at me. They kept their distance and gave me space to sit with them.Then simultaneously they said "Here is my little angel."

It was a beautiful memory I had long forgotten. It was a memory when I was 5 years old. Because remembering those memories, I began to sob. The citizen who tortured me earlier suddenly stopped swinging his whip because he saw me who suddenly cried.