18 Mar 2009

a joy lost but not forgotten...

Kanu crept along silently, almost on all fours, past the corpse and underneath the scene of the rape. He moved quickly, until he was a few feet away from the back of the other lad, still digging for a bottle in the pack. The clinking of his chains was drowned out by moans and screams, as he brought his hands back over his head and flicked them downwards in a bullwhip motion. The chain cracked into the back of the youth’s head, crumpling the skull like eggshell. The rage increased and Kanu almost lost himself, teeth gritted, as he continued smashing the chain down onto the head of the now prone boy. The head was unrecognizable, pulped into the forest floor.

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