He turned around sharply, just in time to notice the stone hurtling his way. It grazed his cheek as he narrowly avoided full contact with the projectile. His legs were strong and he especially needed them to be at that particular moment. With loyalty, they carried him farther and farther away from his assailants and he disappeared into the jungle of traders and buyers at the local market. It was an extremely narrow escape and he knew it. Luckily, he only had a small scar on his face as a visual reminder of his near-death experience.
The mob continued relentlessly searching for him in the market. They knew him, after all, he had been among them for a while. They had trusted him with their families and property, and he had disgustingly betrayed their trust. The small child he had abused still lay in hospital, under critical condition. The mother had caught him in the act and raised the alarm. He had managed to knock her down and flee but not before the others had heard the cry and realized the cruelty of his actions.
He could hear them shouting in the streets as he hid behind the local slaughterhouse. The stench of blood and animal entrails was a small matter compared to the fate that awaited him if he was captured. He could hardly breathe for fear of the mob. Closer and closer the calls approached him, as if someone had seen him run inside the building and alerted the rest. Now it was very clear that they knew he was inside, and it was only a matter of time, before they got their man......
to be continued
The mob continued relentlessly searching for him in the market. They knew him, after all, he had been among them for a while. They had trusted him with their families and property, and he had disgustingly betrayed their trust. The small child he had abused still lay in hospital, under critical condition. The mother had caught him in the act and raised the alarm. He had managed to knock her down and flee but not before the others had heard the cry and realized the cruelty of his actions.
He could hear them shouting in the streets as he hid behind the local slaughterhouse. The stench of blood and animal entrails was a small matter compared to the fate that awaited him if he was captured. He could hardly breathe for fear of the mob. Closer and closer the calls approached him, as if someone had seen him run inside the building and alerted the rest. Now it was very clear that they knew he was inside, and it was only a matter of time, before they got their man......
to be continued
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