Silya's heart pounded in her throat and her body coursed with adrenaline. Involuntary shaking had started in her legs so that she collapsed and fell, trembling with fear. Her back and the back of her legs ached from where her fresh wounds oozed thick red blood. She could smell the metallic smell in the air around her, and it nearly made her sick to her stomach.
"Get the fuck up, bitch!" As the man barked the order, he delivered a swift kick to the back of her head, knocking her down as she had tried to stand.
Her disorientation made getting up hard, and the pain from the kick made her head throb—but it was only mild compared to the shock her body had been put through only an hour or so before. Silya couldn't see the man since she had been blind folded, but she knew it was the thick round one; one of Askar's brothers that she unfortunate circumstance of meeting earlier in the day.
Begging hadn't gotten her anywhere, and her body was so weak she thought she would die before she got where she was going. She half hoped she would despite there was a nagging hope in her, a fiery optimism that was slowly being extinguished as the sharp rocks underfoot cut her feet.
"You fucking whore, you deserve all of this. If you'd just laid down and let him have his way with you to give him a babe, you'd be better off, and you could continue to live that spoiled life you're so used to living," Malas sneered. "You should know better than to strike a man."
Silya's other brother-in-law spoke up as they made sure Silya walked onwards, as slow as it was. It was the tall and slender brother with narrow shoulders and a thick beard that hung down to his chest. "No, I don't think so, Malas. She's better being beaten and left to die. She was never good enough for him anyway. A common whore has more decency than this bitch. If she wasn't so disgusting I would have fucked her like a whore already."
"Ah, Mastik. You love whores too much." Malas laughed.
"More than you love food, brother," Mastik quipped with a chuckle.
Silya continued to try to walk, but her legs were about to give out. She was afraid to speak anymore after what had happened the last time she spoke—they had heated a knife and pulled her tongue out and threatened to cut it out, although they hadn't. It was a torture tactic, but they had let the heat of the blade touch her upper thigh, where it instantly gave her a very severe burn.
"I—I'm about to pass out." Silya warned as her walking slowed and eventually stopped. She could feel the world spinning and she let out a yelp as she crashed to the ground, the world spinning faster and faster.
"Get up!" Malas yelled.
Silya was still conscious to her surprise, but Malas' voice was fading, and so were his yells. She felt no expected blows to her body, and soon her senses faded to black.
There was no telling how long it was, but she woke up thrown over someone's shoulder, her head bouncing along the way. She realized it was Sal, the brother that everyone bullied. He was the youngest among the four brothers. She heard the men talking, and she stayed limp to feign that she was still unconscious. For what felt like half an hour, although she had no concept of time, she thought she might give away her act if she moved.
The young man's shoulder wasn't comfortable because of the new muscle he was developing that was tensed and flexed as he walked, and she wanted to squirm so desperately. After a while, she couldn't help but shift on him. Her whole body ached and she grew nauseated when she realized he was covered in her blood.
He turned his head sharply to look at her, but her voice was quick to call out to him "Don't look at me! Please," Silya whispered urgently. "Please don't let your brothers know I'm awake," she begged, thick tears streamed down her face, stinging the small cuts there.
Sal was alarmed but listened to her, tossing her gently so she'd be readjusted as he walked. He didn't respond at first, and instead seemed angry, but the façade ended within minutes. It was clear to Silya he wasn't a sadist like the other three. He hadn't raised a hand to her even as his other two brothers beat on her and whipped her raw at Askar's house. "Please help me, Sal. I'm so hurt," she whispered softly.
"Eh, Sal? Everything alright back there? You're starting to drag. We got a ways to go!" Called Malas to his younger brother.
"Yeah, everything is fine." Sal answered. He hated his brothers—all of them. "I'm just getting tired." Under his breath, he whispered to Silya, "I can't. They'll do to me what they did to you. They've beat me before."
"That's why you need to train more and work out! You're so weak you can barely carry such a small thing. You aren't carrying a cow!" Malas sneered at his younger brother, slowing down and seemingly thinking of stopping so he could hit him. He carried on his way ahead of them instead, deciding it wasn't worth the extra time.
