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

It was wet, his clothes were drenched, and he could hear the dispersal of the liquid as he advanced forward into it. Come, come, come! The feminine voiced chimed in repeatedly from the distance. The water within which he was grew higher and warmer as he advanced towards the source of the source if the sound. I am coming! He exclaimed and heard his voice reverberated and echoed within the open sea. What was happening? Why was he in the sea? What was this place? He felt thirsty and needed to drink, there was water around, he could quench it. Taking a handful into his palm, he sipped it. Instantly he spat it out, coughing heavily. Blood? I am in a sea of blood? He could not understand what was going on, his mind was blank and thoughts having no meaning. Come, Hero, please come. Then he realised who it was. Only his wife Athena called him Hero. I am coming Athena! He exclaimed and began to swim at rapid pace. Then, he saw it there was a man upon the lagoon with his wife who was calling out to him. He was lurking behind her like a beast scouting its prey. Look, behind, Athena, look behind! He exclaimed but he was too late. The man was upon her and had already begun to tear her clothes open. Even before he could reach in to save her, the man was already inside her and was raping his wife. Aaaagh! She screamed and Hero reached the lagoon and grabbed the beast raping his wife by the shoulder and lifted him off. He was struck with horror at the sight of the beast. The great general Herodontus was staring into his own face. He rose sweat coursing his forehead as he began to breathe heavy, his heart pounding. Getting up, he gazed at the bathroom door within his room. It was empty. That is odd. I thought she was gone for a shower. Rising to his feet, the general decided it was best if he investigate. The place is full is full of drunk soldiers, she may be in the wrong hands. His fears indeed did materialise as he heard the sound of struggling from the distance and he could not forget that whimpering voice. He had heard it far too often just an hour ago and he knew he could not forget it all his life. No! Exclaimed the general and began to bound forward. Shut up, bitch t or I will cut your tongue out with my knife! Warned the Grecian soldier as he planted his large hand upon her mouth. If the commander had not demanded you, I would have claimed you as my prize. He confessed as he leaned in and bit her neck, the teeth sinking into the tender flesh and sending pain across her body. One strong hand grabbed the maidens exposed breast and squeezed it mercilessly as if it were not a part of a womans body but a toy at the mercy of the users whims. Another hand ran downward and before Sophie could even protest, long dextrous fingers had penetrated her already defiled womanhood and began to move back and forth with intense vigour and dexterity. Yes, bitch! Enjoy that! Show how much of a whore you are! Exclaimed the soldier as he released her bleeding neck from his teeth. Slash! The sight was bloody and gruesome. The General was upon the scene and his long sharp sword had severed both arms of the soldier in one precise and well calculated strike causing them to fall off Sophies body in bloody heaps as the soldier, who did not even scream, fell limp and unconscious upon the floor out of sheer pain and shock. Leaving Sophies body and face bloodstained. The fury in Herodontus eyes was one of mortal anger and he said, Let this be a reminder to you and all my men. If you dare even look at her, I will not take your hands I will take off your virility and leave you eunuchs. Dont ever touch her, or else!