Gloria stood, her head thrown back, a cry escaping her lips. Her face was strained and torn, tears whipping down her face. Her summer dress that had been a gift only moments earlier, laid in tatters at her ankles, her young body of seven summers open and exposed. Her toes curling into the warm evening sand.
The knife they held to her throat, pushed with enough pressure that drops of blood started to appear. She was surrounded, she knew this, even though she couldn't see them she could hear their laughter.
Her screams got louder, her cries less controlled as her bare body shock against the salty wind. Her eyes staring ahead at the sea that was swirling with rage and the tears of the clouds that dropped heavily into the ocean.
Gloria knew if she could reached the ocean she would be safe, the waves would close over her and these men holding her would have no chance, her body would absorb the salt and she'd swim as a fish.
The knife dug deeper as a man in a heavy cape, the colours blending in the storm and ocean that was behind him,walked towards her with a slow a slow tilt. The speed showed he had nothing to fear. There was no rush for him.
His eyes seeped over Gloria's bare body, a smirk tight on his lips.
He frozen in front of her and leaned in for what seemed to be a kiss, then in one quick movement sliced her jaw with a knife that had been concealed in his clock.
His face so closed to her she could smell his sticky breathe as it flowed over her. Her blood adding to her tears.
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