She watched him carefully from time to time, minding her own work as well as his. The acrid stench permeating the area served as proof enough that her colleague was doing his job. Perhaps she needn’t pay near as much attention as she did, but she couldn’t resist. The musical note created by the screams of those being thrown into the fire fueled her; excited her even.
Moistening her lips hungrily, the woman turned her attention back to her own masterpiece. Unlike her comrade, her project didn’t include her own demise. There were no terrified screams ripping themselves from the throats of her victims; no, instead only the grunts and moans of pain; the popping of twisted bones and ligaments accompanied by the occasional yelp of discomfort. Each bark that left her mouth guided the next body as her men twisted and turned arms and legs, even torsos, in positions that many couldn’t bear to watch; tangling them within the limbs of another.
As the bodies piled up, a wall began to form. A wall of agony that slowly encircled the bonfire after the last body fueled it.
Copyright © 2012 E. M. Jenkinson, all rights reserved.
I’m not entirely sure where I was going. I got distracted halfway through it…
On another note, I’m aware I am quite behind and will be writing in my free time and scheduling posts to get caught up. I also will try to get to some of the other blogs, especially those who have visited mine. I’ve been busy with work and getting ready for my move (California again, instead of Colorado, as it turns out I’m allergic to nature and it’s time to be a city girl again).