Chapter 13: Captured (2)
"Little one..." The Blue Tongue inquires playfully, exhaling a thick, tobacco-laced cloud of smoke into her face.
I click my tongue in disgust. A girl so young, naked and vulnerable should not be subjected to the breath of such a fat bastard. She sobs, her delicate fingers momentarily brushing over her legs, her thin arms shielding her chest.
"No, you shouldn't die. You could be useful elsewhere." The Blue Tongue eyes her hungrily.
Disgusting. Not just him, but the others in the adjacent cell who leer at her with the same twisted interest.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, my brows furrowing in rage as I kneel before the rusted bars. I say nothing, but I would smash every one of their skulls if given the chance.
"Tell me, sweet thing, who was the culprit?"
The girl swallows, tears streaming down her face, her head bowed. Guilt, perhaps. Or the sight of her parents' lifeless, unblinking eyes staring back at her.
She raises her hand. Points. At me.
Her finger is barely half the size of mine. Maybe she's no older than nine.
I exhale, losing everything. Breaking.
I want to lift my head. My greasy, dark blond hair slides along my ears as I do. Just once—I want to spit in his face. Just once—I want to land a punch, to shatter his teeth, to bash in the back of his skull. The thought even makes me smile.