Page 38 of A Broken Promise

Run.

You need to run now.My instincts shouted at me.I threw the boxes at him and ran.

The alley wasn’t long, I could make it at least until the next door. But after a couple of strides, his tight grasp on my arm yanked me back.

“You little bitch. Is this how you show gratitude to a Royal sailor?”

I thrashed against his touch and screamed, but it seems the streets went silent, and it was just us against the murky, gloomy, star-filled sky.

“I’ll teach you to noteverdisrespect a Royal Sailor,” he angrily spat, pulling my thrashing body closer. He was so much stronger than me. I tried kicking and screaming, yet he shoved me against the wet brick wall, his body pressing hard against mine. I could hear it then; the belt buckle clicking as it was being undone, the slide of the zipper.

Gods please,I cried as tears pooled over my face.Please.I screamed to Fate, locked between the wall and his body in a tight grip. Panic completely overtaking me.

“Freckles, don’t you know the gods won’t doshit.” A mocking female voice came from the shadows. The sailor froze in surprise, yet still held me tight against the stone.

“Priya!” I cried out in relief, still fighting against his tense grasp.

Suddenly, he completely froze with his hand still on his crotch, and fell straight on the gray stones as if a statue.

Priya’s figure slowly emerged from the shadows in her leather suit with her two braids swaying with each step. She held an intricate blowgun, no longer than her finger.

“Is he dead?” I asked her, wiping away the fresh tears of my red cheeks, letting the anger anchor my obscure mind.

“Oh, not yet, Freckles. He may wish for it soon, but not yet. He is completely paralyzed though.” Excitement filled her face, thrill playing in her copper eyes. A cat playing with a trapped mouse.

Priya quickly glanced over my shaken-up body.

“Oh, lighten up, Freckles, you are fine,” she said, rolling her eyes nonchalantly while staring at my terror-filled eyes.

“I am okay,” I repeated. More of an assurance to myself than anything.

Priya pulled a sharp knife out of an unseen leather sheath. She squatted right next to the sailor's unmoving face. I then saw the small, long, silver needle poking out of his neck, straight into his pulsating artery.

She moved a knife across his cheek, slicing it, dipping it in his blood as if it was a paint brush. Tears poured out of his eyes, but he couldn’t even blink, much less scream.

“Ugh.” Priya dramatically growled. “This is kind of irritating,” she said, looking at his face with primal craving. “You see, my dear sailor friend…” She continued while now running the knife down his chest and stomach, scraping his skin until small beads of blood appeared.

“You’ve put me in such a predicament.” She huffed in disappointment. “How am I going to filet your skin little by little while you are still alive if I must get on a ship soon? Perhaps, I’ll just have to let you go.” She twirled her dagger a little deeper. “Tsk tsk tsk. Such a shame though. I think I would rather enjoy seeing you bleed out drop by drop.”

I watched her silently, feeling unsure.

“It is a pickle. Don’t you agree?” She tugged on his cheekplayfully. Pure enjoyment was bursting on Priya’s face in the same way his blood was pouring out of his wounds.

A killer whale tossing the helpless seal.

I finally moved, picking up my thrown boxes, eager to go, away from him, from this alley, from this town. Eager to leave. I wasn’t sure how long the paralytic was going to work but I also wasn’t going to interrupt Priya with questions in what clearly was an exciting moment for her.

She stood up, but not before wiping off the blood of her knife against his white uniform.

“But you know what, my sailor friend? I appreciate your service. You’ve turned out to be quite the soldier, so I think I have just enough time to do this though.” She drew one of her daggers and threw it straight at his crotch. Like butter, the dagger sliced through his frozen hand into his cock.

Something inside of me twisted. This was justice. Cruel, evil and brute justice.

“Oh darn, sorry, I think my dagger might have slipped. So silly of me.” Priya theatrically shrugged and crouched above him. “I’ll be more careful with this though, I promise.” She pulled the dagger out, slicing off his limp exposed manhood. “We wouldn’t want you to get hungry,” Priya said, smiling as she tugged his mouth slightly open and shoved the chopped off tip of his cock in. Blood quickly pooled underneath him, trickling down the pavement as if a black ink.

I stood frozen, unsure what to say or even how to feel. My thoughts raced so fast that I couldn’t find a coherent one.

Later. I will deal with this later.

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