Traitors!-2

"Motherfucker! If you touch her, I swear, I'll kill you!" Shrihan bellowed, his voice raw with fury as he watched them drag his mother across the ground.

He struggled, thrashing against the weight of several men pinning him down. He had known—he had known—that stepping out of their sanctuary was a mistake. But his stubborn mother, ever the believer in loyalty and gratitude, insisted that the people they had once protected would stand with them.

They were so wrong.

Not a single person moved to help. Not a word of protest was uttered. Instead, the crowd bowed their heads, feigning ignorance as the proprietress of the camp—the woman who had fed them, housed them, and shielded them from the horrors outside—was manhandled like common scum.