Sneak Preview :: Chapter One (Snippet 8)
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Sneak Preview :: Chapter One (Snippet 8)
Traumatic moments passed. The woman’s convulsed sobs wreaked her young but weakening body as she tried to see reason in what Goddess Chasca was ordaining for her. Suddenly, a searing white heat ripped diagonally across her back. The pain was so acute that the woman collapsed to the wooden floor, unable to bear the agony which seemed like the stab of a thousand red hot daggers dipped in frog venom.
The capitán stepped back, the blade in his right hand dripping with scarlet red plasmatic fluid. “Bring her to the table!” He had so much to achieve.
Two unshaven mercenaries dragged the nearly unconscious Aymaran commander to a specific table indicated by their vile capitán.
“Stand back!”
As the mercenaries backpedaled, their faces broke into hyena-like sneers. What they were about to witness was reward for their long years of celibate toil in feisty jungles and humid battlefields to crush local rebellion.
The swarthy capitán wasted no time. Humiliation! He arched his right hand and slapped his quarry hard across her face with the back of his hand, immediately drawing blood. Pausing to regain his breath, he recoiled and slapped her again, this time his open palm connecting with her reddened cheek and making a sickening sound. As the Aymaran woman slumped on the table, exhausted, the capitán continued to batter her face with well-aimed slaps across her cheeks which had begun to hemorrhage.
He had toyed with her long enough now. He had to send her and the other primitive hordes a message. Humiliation! He groped the almost senseless woman’s bosom and squeezed hard. She had much to pay for! As the rabid mercenaries around him watched, the capitán ripped off the remaining vestiges of the woman’s animal hide garb that pretended to protect her half-naked body.
Time decelerated to an abominable standstill as the violated woman lost sense of reality and reason. The lust-ridden capitán ravaged her till his loins were satiated by the carnal misdeed. As he forced himself upon the Aymaran woman again, and again, the woman groaned pitifully under the weight of the trauma assaulting her senses. A serene white light began to wash over her the eyes of her mind, as she tried to find peace. She had tried to serve her people. And she had paid. Goddess Chasca had been her constant companion in life. Through joy. Through pain. Where was she now? Had she abandoned her child? Wait! The white light! It was Goddess Chasca! The child had been beckoned into the higher realm.
As the night grew longer, so did the woman’s groans and screams. Outside, the inky black horizon thickened into a sinister veil of darkness as the moonless night of Quillacollo seemed to conspire along with the perpetrators in the tavern. Abruptly, there was a resounding explosion from inside the tavern. An explosion that came out of the greased muzzle of a musket – a weapon that could obliterate human skull and flesh into a thousand shards at close range.
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