Chapter 14 : The Shadowed Past 2

When Sarah's mother stepped out of the house, her eyes anxiously scanned the horizon, hoping to catch a glimpse of her husband returning home. Her heart pounded with a mix of dread and anticipation, but as she scanned the faces of the soldiers coming back, she couldn't find him. Panic set in, and without wasting a moment, she rushed over to the Commander, the man who led the returning troops. My sister and I followed closely behind her, each step heavy with fear.

 The Commander she approached was the same man who had harassed my sister earlier, though our mother had no knowledge of what he had done. Desperation laced her voice as she asked, "Where is my husband? Where is he?"

 The Commander did not respond immediately. Instead, he called over a soldier who was carrying something wrapped tightly in a white cloth. My stomach churned, and my hands began to tremble. The soldier approached, and the Commander slowly unraveled the cloth, revealing a severed head inside. It was my father's head. The world around me seemed to blur as my mother's piercing scream shattered the air. She stumbled back, horrified, before rushing forward to grab the head, cradling it close to her chest. Her tears fell uncontrollably, her voice hoarse and cracking as she cried out to the sky, "Why? Why did this happen?"

She clung to that gruesome sight, as if refusing to believe it was real, as if by holding on, she could somehow bring him back. My sister and I tried to console her, but we were too overwhelmed by grief and terror to do anything but weep ourselves. All around, the village was engulfed in sorrow; cries and wails filled the air as families discovered they had lost loved ones in the battle. Some were lucky enough to receive the bodies of their dead, but in our case, only my father's head had been found. It was as if the gods themselves were mocking us, leaving us with nothing but a cruel, lifeless reminder of who he had been.

My mother's grief was all-consuming, and as she clung to the head, her body began to tremble violently. Suddenly, she collapsed to the ground, and I screamed, "Mom! Please, get up! We are still here, we will be together again, like before. Please get up, Mom!" But there was no response. My sister stood motionless, not crying, not speaking, just staring blankly, as if the world had stopped for her.

I knelt down beside my mother, shaking her, begging her to wake up. But she had gone, leaving us completely alone. At that moment, everything I had known, everything I had loved, shattered into pieces. I fainted right there, unable to bear the weight of it all.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself surrounded by the cold, harsh reality of the aftermath. The villagers were preparing to cremate the bodies, offering condolences to the families who had lost loved ones. The air was thick with the scent of burning flesh, and the sky was darkened by smoke. As I watched, the Commander stepped forward, addressing the village. "These two girls' father was my best friend. He gave his life for the kingdom, and as his friend, it is my duty to look after his daughters. Their mother is no longer here, so I will take care of them." His voice carried a false sense of nobility, and the villagers, unaware of the truth, nodded in agreement.

My sister and I stood there, numb, unable to comprehend what was happening. It was like we were caught in a storm, with no control over where the wind would take us. We were being swept away, powerless to stop it.

The Commander took us to his home, and without any hesitation, he gave me orders. "Go and prepare some food bitch," he said coldly, as if this was just another day. My heart ached, but I did as I was told. While I was busy in the kitchen, he made my sister sit on the bed. I could see everything from where I stood, and my stomach churned as he approached her. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back, and started kissing her neck, his lips moving roughly over her skin. She flinched, but said nothing, her eyes hollow and distant. His hands moved over her, forcing her down onto the bed. He kissed her so hard that blood began to trickle from her lips, but she remained silent, as if she had already accepted her fate.

I stood there, frozen, unable to do anything. He glanced over at me, his eyes dark and filled with malice. "What are you looking at, bitch? Do your job. I'll deal with you soon enough," he said, throwing a glass at me. The glass shattered against the wall, and I flinched, but I didn't dare move. Anger boiled inside me, but I was helpless, powerless. Days turned into weeks, and my sister became a living corpse, lying on that bed, her spirit crushed under the weight of his cruelty.

One evening, I brought her a bowl of soup, hoping it would bring her some comfort. "Sister, please drink this. It will make you feel better," I said softly. I tried to sound hopeful, but my voice trembled. "We need to leave this place. We can run away, find somewhere safe." She looked at me, and for a moment, her eyes softened. She placed her hand on mine, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Even if we run, he will find us. There is nowhere to hide. The villagers don't care what happens to us. Our lives…they're trapped here, and there's no escape. But you, you can still leave. Run away from here. He only wants my body; he won't care if you're gone. Just leave," she pleaded.

I couldn't bring myself to abandon her. "No, I won't leave you here alone," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. We hugged each other, and for a moment, we allowed ourselves to cry, to let out all the pain that had been suffocating us.

That night, the Commander returned, his breath reeking of alcohol. But this time, he wasn't alone. He had brought some of his friends, and as they entered, he barked orders at me. "Prepare food for my guests, bitch" he sneered. I went to the kitchen, my hands shaking, while he turned his attention to my sister. In front of his friends, he began to touch her, his hands moving over her body as they laughed and watched. It was a sick game to them, a twisted form of entertainment.

As I was cooking, one of the men got up and approached me. Without a word, he grabbed my arm and pulled me aside, covering my mouth with his hand. He pulled out his dick, forcing my hands onto it, and whispered in my ear, "Tonight, you're mine." He pressed himself against me, suffocating me with his grip. I struggled, but he was stronger, and I could barely breathe.he start to rubbing his dick on my back After a few minutes, he finished, leaving his fluids on me. "Your sister is more beautiful than you," he said, tauntingly. "I didn't bother to go further with you, but tomorrow, it will be her turn."

They left, leaving me broken and violated. I finished preparing the food, served them, and watched as they ate and left. The whole time, my mind was racing, trying to figure out how to escape this nightmare. And then, an idea began to form in my mind—a way out, a chance to break free from this hell.