Thread: The Handmaiden's Tale (Wander and Chanti)

Within every individual there are two beings present. One is the good while the other is evil. The side in which one traverses is not the action of God. Those who deem that all outcomes are the subservient elements of the grand scheme of actions determined by a transcendental and omnipotent puppeteer who holds the strings to the marionette called man would like to reconsider through this scenario that Herodontus was not inherently evil. God, if hesheit exists, had devised the Grecian commander as a sane human who did not only posses immense vigour, but profound erudition as well. It is this quality that made him different from the rest of his clan and what helped him ascend within the ranks of the army. He was also a true lover for he loved his wife like no man had ever loved a woman, and was the father every child adored and admired. Yet, what was it that made such an emotional individual who was the very epitome of love end up in a scenario where he was left as a callous and stoic beast incapable of any emotion? It was not some divine action by an all knowing super being of altruism. Circumstances ruin the man. No man is born good or evil it is the circumstances that cause him to be what he is. Then why should one blame Herodontus for what he had become and what he was about to do? Who are we to judge him when we cannot honestly claim to have not done anything wrong in our entire life not because we wanted to, but merely due to the evil of circumstances? To continue our tale, let us embark upon the moment where we left off. Herodontus had asked for his prize, his virgin. How did he know she was a virgin? For a man as experienced in the art of kinesics which has repeatedly aided the warrior for several battles, he could deduce the contents of a letter merely by a glace upon the envelope containing it. This was the profundity of his ability to foresee and detect. While, he was incapable of any form of love and compassion, the calling of his physical being made him covet copulation, not out of emotional need, but merely a necessity for physiological release of his natural state of human existence. Even within this, he had particular parameters wherein he particularly experienced physical ecstasy upon breaking across the barrier of the hymen and pushing forth into the constricted confines of a virgin to achieve carnal gratification. Thus, when Sophie was carried away by the men as the trophy which would be readied for the commander, he merely grinned upon the forthcoming ecstasy that awaited him within the luxurious rooms of the palace before him. Tonight shall be my triumph, He thought as he stroked his beard. Not only has Troy been vanquished, but I shall have my virgin and I shall be promoted to the rank of Lord Achilles as the general. They have no other person but me for the post now. Sure enough, he was indeed promoted, but that is a tale for another day. The future general triumphantly marched onwards to the palace a few minutes later. The Grecians were now rejoicing after Helen had been retrieved and Troy was burning within the all consuming embers of their Lord Hades. Herodontus was advancing up the stairs of the palace. He had taken up a bottle of Priams finest mead and was already intoxicated to the brink. The mead had penetrated his person and now consumed the beast turning him into a monster. Finally, as he reached the door of his assigned room, Herodontus did not bother to knock. Pushing it open, he witnessed the girl standing before him. She was still as beautiful as ever and his gaze was so deeply fixated upon her that he had already devoured her with his penetrating eyes. Handsome as he was, the gaze with which he looked at Sophie was one which no woman wants to be gazed upon by a man, no matter how attractive he maybe. It was as if she was a hunk of meat which was to be traded from hand to hand and finally utilized by the final consumer Herodontus. What are you looking at, little bitch? He exclaimed as he lifted the bottle all the way up until it was vertically over his face and he had gulped down every last droplet of the nefarious concoction which was indeed the destroyer of conscience. He would have no remorse of his action after that drink. Herodontus threw the bottle aside. It fell to the ground and broke with a loud Clang as he turned around and shut the doors, locking them behind himself. Kinesics The art which Herodontus had never managed to learn formally but had a natural knack to apply within his daily life without even noticing it, had already made him realise that this girl would not submit easily. It could have been easy, but from the sight of you, I know it wouldnt be. Said he and advanced forward towards her. But no matter. I like to make a girl scream and squeal. The sound of a woman screaming truly arouses me and I want you to scream on top of your lungs, bitch! He exclaimed when the warrior stood before her. Herodontus then grabbed his tunic and pulled it off his person completely to reveal a body which was immensely sinewy and from the sight of it would be enough to tear down a bull with his bare hands. Rape is indeed a painful sight to witness for any being and yet, it has been an inevitable part of the natural order of the system of evolution beyond which man, even with his transcendence into civilization could not shun and carried the imprint of this genetic trait with him into the civilized world, making it an odious act of evil, incomprehensible to the righteous. But Herodontus was not righteous and therefore, he used his pace to execute his pugnacious action. When Sophie had least expected it, the commander had struck and with his pace, he had pushed her, making her tumble backwards onto the bed. Being trained in the guerrilla warfare of disabling an enemy bigger than his own herculean stature, laying Sophie down was ads easy for Herodontus as severing a mans arm. Presently, the commander was sitting over Sophie, and gazing down upon her. So you thought you would escape my clutches and that I would have mercy upon you? He asked with a grin as he slowly loosened the knot upon his bottom. You know, Said he with a grin as he moved her arms behind her back and slowly applied more pressure upon her abdomen to trap her arms there. I have wanted you since the first time I saw you back there when you disgraced one of my generals with you egg plant charade. A long finger ran across her lips as he grinned. I know you are a virgin, I like it that way. I am going to have you tonight and take your virginity for myself Warned he as he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, And I am not going to be gentle about it. Then, the commander leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, while his hands went to her dress, grabbing it with both hands and he tugged using his strength only to hear the rupturing sound of fabric tearing as he pulled upon it while her dress began to rip in between, slowly exposing her breasts. The commander displayed no intentions of stopping his action until he had completely claimed this virgin as a sacrifice to him.