The fate of Sheala de Tancarville

He had fallen for her once long ago. When Dudu declared his love for her, Sheala simply replied that she was a Mage and would never associate with the likes of him. These words had made Dudu’s blood boil. He cursed upon her name, but knew, she was far too powerful for him to do anything about it.
That was until the war came. There became a bounty on witches. Dudu sold her location out to the highest bidder, but on one condition. He would have his way with Sheala de Tancarville…
The army waded into the village like demons from hell. Raping, pillaging, and killing. None were spared. A town harbouring a witch were just as guilty as being one themselves.
Sheala put up a fierce fight before she too was overwhelmed. Two soldiers stripped her and held her up for the little man to fulfil his sadistic fantasy. Dudu would look forward to breaking her spirit before he had his way.
He grabbed one of the soldiers maces and with one quick swing, broke her jaw, locking it shut.
‘No more foul words from you “Mage”’
He then clenched his left hand into a tight fist and unleashed an unrelenting savagery. His fists flailing into the defenceless sorceress like pistons on a car. A few punches made a sickening crackle sound as repeated blows to her pelvis crunched a few of her bones.
The pain was enough to make her pass out, only to be awoken by a hand stirring her already damaged insides. Dudu took great pleasure in staring into her stricken face and grinned with anticipation as he formed a fist inside her for his next humiliating assault…
His savageness continued through the night until Sheala was nothing but a broken shell. He washed her bloody body at a nearby lake where Dudu, finally, had his way…

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