Chapter 7: Red Soaked Hands
Judeau rose to his feet in the field of crops and as the stars shined above him, he heard the screams from within the farmhouse in front of him. The screams were muffled, as though they were far away, they sounded hurt and frantic. Before he knew what he was doing, Judeau's legs were moving on their own. He ran towards the house as fast as he could, his legs tearing through the crops like a scythe during harvest. "Daphne!" He yelled as he reached the front door to the wooden shack.
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Daphne cried out in pain once more as her father hit her as hard as he could with his belt. The leather felt like it was a true whip, the leather strap cutting into her legs and into her lower abdomen as though it were a knife. Blood began to blossom from her newly formed wounds, as the man standing above her hit her over and over again, a huge smile on his face. "If you keep on screaming, then I will keep on hitting you." He laughed evilly and moved his attention to Daphne's chest, the belt strap slapping against her clothed breasts and causing her such pain that she almost lost consciousness. She stopped screaming, the pain so great from the attack on her that she didn't even feel them anymore. "How long has he been hitting me tonight?" She thought to herself slowly as the blows continued to land upon her, her small bed shaking from the repercussions of each blow. "He must have started several minutes ago, I feel like it has been hours though." Looking up at her father's cruel face, she saw that the belt he was using was not actually a belt at all in the first place. Daphne had originally thought it had been considering that he wore it around his waist. But as the banded object rose and fell upon her, Daphne could see small briars and metal prongs hanging from the sides. Her father was beating her with chicken wire from the yard. He was planning on whipping her to death. Her eyes widened as she saw blood rise up with every raising on the weapon, the red liquid flying behind her father and spraying the wall and door with crimson fluid. "No, stop father, stop it." She was so weak at this point that the words came out of her lips and made her sound slightly intoxicated. Her eyes waned open and closed, as she knew she was losing too much blood. "I guess this is it then, I'm going to die here. I'm going to die like this, in this place." She closed her eyes and the pain subsided.
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Judeau ran into the hallway and saw a door open, the sounds of small whimpers and the extremely loud sound of a metallic object being slammed against something soft emanating in his ears. Judeau narrowed his eyes and drew his kitchen knife from his pocket then he turned the corner and entered the room with the open door.
Judeau saw the man who was hurting Daphne, saw his bulging muscles made from unknown amounts of years doing manual labor. He was tall and strong looking, indeed, more then a match for a small child. Judeau crept up behind the man and felt his arm rising without his mind telling it to, the knife blade glaring back at him from the moonlight as though it was a mighty sword of retribution. Judeau only had time to think of one think before his knife met the evil man's lower back. "Am I really good enough?"
Daphne's father smiled evilly seeing that Daphne was lying in her own blood that covered her bed, and her eyes slowly closed. For years now he had been jealous of his daughter, had been jealous of the love his wife felt for her and how she always ignored him in order to take care of Daphne. "I am the man, I should get more attention." He always used to think to himself. Before he had the chance to make his wife notice him more, she had died from an illness and was no longer with him. "It was always your fault that she died, you worthless little girl." He thought once more as he raised his hand to deliver the final blow to Daphne's face. But as he was about to make the chicken wire dig into her scalp and tear her face away, the man felt a strong painful pinching sensation in his back. He turned slowly to come face to face with a small boy with blonde hair. The boy's eyes stared at Daphne's father with hatred and a desire to kill. The evil man instantly recognized the boy from the field. "You! You are the one that caused Daphne to go against me!" He yelled at the boy who did not falter from his stance, letting go of the kitchen knife in the man's back and allowing it to stay in place.
"Instead of beating on innocent young women, why don't you hit me instead? You pathetic excuse for a man." Judeau told the man in front of him these words with the angriest tone he could afford. He spat on the tall man's chest, the saliva drooling down it. "You are the one that's worthless, not her. You deserve to die."
Judeau rose to his feet in the field of crops and as the stars shined above him, he heard the screams from within the farmhouse in front of him. The screams were muffled, as though they were far away, they sounded hurt and frantic. Before he knew what he was doing, Judeau's legs were moving on their own. He ran towards the house as fast as he could, his legs tearing through the crops like a scythe during harvest. "Daphne!" He yelled as he reached the front door to the wooden shack.
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Daphne cried out in pain once more as her father hit her as hard as he could with his belt. The leather felt like it was a true whip, the leather strap cutting into her legs and into her lower abdomen as though it were a knife. Blood began to blossom from her newly formed wounds, as the man standing above her hit her over and over again, a huge smile on his face. "If you keep on screaming, then I will keep on hitting you." He laughed evilly and moved his attention to Daphne's chest, the belt strap slapping against her clothed breasts and causing her such pain that she almost lost consciousness. She stopped screaming, the pain so great from the attack on her that she didn't even feel them anymore. "How long has he been hitting me tonight?" She thought to herself slowly as the blows continued to land upon her, her small bed shaking from the repercussions of each blow. "He must have started several minutes ago, I feel like it has been hours though." Looking up at her father's cruel face, she saw that the belt he was using was not actually a belt at all in the first place. Daphne had originally thought it had been considering that he wore it around his waist. But as the banded object rose and fell upon her, Daphne could see small briars and metal prongs hanging from the sides. Her father was beating her with chicken wire from the yard. He was planning on whipping her to death. Her eyes widened as she saw blood rise up with every raising on the weapon, the red liquid flying behind her father and spraying the wall and door with crimson fluid. "No, stop father, stop it." She was so weak at this point that the words came out of her lips and made her sound slightly intoxicated. Her eyes waned open and closed, as she knew she was losing too much blood. "I guess this is it then, I'm going to die here. I'm going to die like this, in this place." She closed her eyes and the pain subsided.
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Judeau ran into the hallway and saw a door open, the sounds of small whimpers and the extremely loud sound of a metallic object being slammed against something soft emanating in his ears. Judeau narrowed his eyes and drew his kitchen knife from his pocket then he turned the corner and entered the room with the open door.
Judeau saw the man who was hurting Daphne, saw his bulging muscles made from unknown amounts of years doing manual labor. He was tall and strong looking, indeed, more then a match for a small child. Judeau crept up behind the man and felt his arm rising without his mind telling it to, the knife blade glaring back at him from the moonlight as though it was a mighty sword of retribution. Judeau only had time to think of one think before his knife met the evil man's lower back. "Am I really good enough?"
Daphne's father smiled evilly seeing that Daphne was lying in her own blood that covered her bed, and her eyes slowly closed. For years now he had been jealous of his daughter, had been jealous of the love his wife felt for her and how she always ignored him in order to take care of Daphne. "I am the man, I should get more attention." He always used to think to himself. Before he had the chance to make his wife notice him more, she had died from an illness and was no longer with him. "It was always your fault that she died, you worthless little girl." He thought once more as he raised his hand to deliver the final blow to Daphne's face. But as he was about to make the chicken wire dig into her scalp and tear her face away, the man felt a strong painful pinching sensation in his back. He turned slowly to come face to face with a small boy with blonde hair. The boy's eyes stared at Daphne's father with hatred and a desire to kill. The evil man instantly recognized the boy from the field. "You! You are the one that caused Daphne to go against me!" He yelled at the boy who did not falter from his stance, letting go of the kitchen knife in the man's back and allowing it to stay in place.
"Instead of beating on innocent young women, why don't you hit me instead? You pathetic excuse for a man." Judeau told the man in front of him these words with the angriest tone he could afford. He spat on the tall man's chest, the saliva drooling down it. "You are the one that's worthless, not her. You deserve to die."