Pseudo-Villaines

Tragedies

Slowly, Jean regained her consciousness. He blinked his eyes several times to adjust his eyes and vision. This place is cramped, damp, and dimly lit. There is only a little sunlight coming through the small holes in the wall.

A gentle wind blew and tickled Jean's body. He then realized that the top of him was no longer wearing clothes. The lower part of his body was also covered only by shorts.

Jean remembered something. In the last second before his consciousness disappeared, with his own eyes he saw that his father had sustained a very severe injury.

At that moment, there was a new feeling that he had never felt before. But one day Jean will understand that what she is now is anger.

Slowly, his anger grew. He and his father should have gone home on that. Then welcome a warm embrace by his mother and a shy embrace from his beloved sister. That day, she was supposed to take night lessons by her father and do her breathing training with her mother before going to bed.

But...why is he now in such a dirty place!? Jean remembered it again. The faces of the knights who beat up his father while smiling and laughing were satisfied. He remembers everything. His teeth were clenched and his hands clenched. His body became extremely hot and his mind was crazed.

However, as if reminded by something, the feeling subsided. Replaced by a calm feeling. His mind is back clear. He remembered what his mother had said at the time.

"Jean, someday, you might feel pain in your chest. Then your body gets hot, your hands clench, maybe it hurts your own hands, and your mind gets messed up. That's called anger. When that time comes, breathe deeply and calm your heart and cool your mind."

Jean's memory is very strong. He remembered everything his mother said. Jean tried to see and understand the situation around her. He was grateful because even though this place was dim, there was still light. Even in the darkness of the night, Jean could see the situation around her as it was during the day.

But free. That doesn't help. Even Jean could see the area around her, she still did not know about anything. Jean had no clue at all about what was really going on in this place.

Jean closed her eyes. If sight doesn't help, all you have to do next is let your sense of hearing help you to understand around you. That's another thing his mother said.

Finally, Jean heard it. Yet it was probably an atmosphere he did not want to hear for life. The sound of crying, screaming, and wailing in pain from children who may be the same age as him.

He also heard laughter from adults among the cries of children. The sound was even more terrifying than the howling of wolves at night. Jean swallowed his saliva. What...which is actually happening?

At that moment, he felt another presence. Three people were walking towards where he was staying. He watched the three people. They used armor complete with weapons. There is a Crest or coat of arms perched on the left side of their chest.

His father once showed me that picture. They are the royal knights of Dublin. In a dashing style, they walked up to Jean and smiled when they saw that she was conscious.

"Hey you! The boy was conscious! Take him out and give him to those nobles!"

Later, Jean is drawn by two other people who may be lower in rank. His cell door was opened and he was dragged while being whipped many times. It hurt but he could hold it. The training from his mother was much more painful than this.

"You know how else. After I give this boy to that noble, I will enjoy every expression of pain he makes on his face."

A vile grin appeared on the face of the high-ranking knight. Jean really did not understand what the knight was thinking. All he could do now was to be dragged away by them.

Jean is taken to a cellar. Unlike the cell that was the place earlier, sunlight did not enter this place at all. Instead, candles were lit all over this room.

'So that's the place...this place is the source of all the screams!'

BRUKKKK!!!

Jean's body was thrown in front of a man with a large belly with a round face. His nose was very large and his eyes were narrow. His mouth was smiling but it was not a smile that described kindness. That smile was a smile filled with abomination and cruelty.

The man grabbed Jean by the hand and dragged her like he was dragging a sack. Jean is forced to sit down and handcuffed to a table. In the end Jean realized that it wasn't just her who was here.

There are dozens of children who are the same age as him and they are in a very impressive condition. They are welcomed, their fingers broken or even cut off. They were tortured with cruel torture.

Not just get there. Jean also saw clearly. With her own eyes, a girl of her age was raped by many adults. There are also boys who are 'stabbed' from behind by many adults. Once they were satisfied, they killed the children by being thrown into a horde of starving dogs!!

Tears started coming out. Jean was filled with fear. Will he suffer the same fate as them? It must have been very painful, treated like that.

As his mind flew everywhere, he felt his hair being grabbed and his head being smashed against the table very hard. Jean was in a lot of pain. Warm liquid flows in his temple. It was blood.

"Where are you looking, little boy?? I am the one who will guide you from now on. Now, it's time to have fun!"

Laughter came out of the man's mouth. That way, the days of torture began for Jean.

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*sorry because the author is not good at writing sadistic things. Please note, this is the first time Author has written a story with a theme like this. But the author hopes that readers can still enjoy this story.

Best Regard, Mawangsyah*