Hands bound behind him, the man face planted stained concrete. Breathing pained his ribcage. Pink-tinted saliva smeared across his mouth. Battered limbs twitched in shock. Another's boot rolled him onto his back, compressing his arms.
"You are disgusting."
A kick impacted his abdomen.
"Pathetic."
A second one.
"Worthless."
A third.
The man's eyes flinched shut, waiting.
"No...less than worthless. A repulsive," kick, " savage," kick, " unlovable," kick, "unworthy," kick, "heathen." Crunch.
The man couched weakly, his torso an elephant's welcome mat. Someone dragged him to his knees.
"You brought this on yourself, traitor." A kukri caressed his neck. "Some may believe in forgiveness, but. I will never be that lenient." The blade bit and his blood waterfalled. "Besides, sins against the gods can only be washed away with blood."
Author's note: This story takes place after the 'Sabal leads the Golden Path' ending and is inspired by its final cutscene. I do not own Far Cry 4 or any of its characters. Thank you for reading.
Best wishes,
- Gray Carolean