Where an old well just sits in the middle of the forbidden lands, it feasts on something different, no water, no man, no woman or children. This well is given the peace treaties, it is thrown the coins of many, and it is given everything that nobody wants. The well sits there, it sits there alone; on a grassy hill, dying plants around the perimeter of the circle, four robed women stand around the circle made of stones, forged by the strangest of the strangest, the creature with no needs. This creature is living in a well that is given everything. The villagers that try to get through life; dining, swimming, surviving and the most important thing of all, giving away their souls. They whelp and they screech, oh joy, the abyss where they drown.
*** WARNING: Contains Violence & Sexual References (Explicit Description)


3. A Girl Named Justice


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~ Charity, back on the farm with the wise old man that Justice had met.  ~

“I’ve heard so much about you, Charity… it’s almost as if she was standing here right now. She certainly had a lot to do, makes sense if she went out east.”

Charity looked a little confused, refusing a hug from the man in order to keep her dignity.

“How do I know that aren’t like rest of them?” She asked, trying to be wise herself.

The man coughed, the aroma of dung and a touch of rotten meat could be smelt around them.

“You’ll just have to trust me, mam’ I’m not from around here. You probably guessed that, though. I’m more of farmer, but I don’t really stay around for long, I’m a travelling farmer. Does that work for you?” He spoke in his own accent.

“I can tell, you sound different. Mother told me about the outside world, we have a lot of new villagers coming in and out, it’s a wonder to why I don’t know them all,” Charity laughed.

“A wonder? Ha, ha! I don’t know so, girl, there is always some kind of wonder around here. Excuse the smell, it’ll die down by night, I know it for a fact. Don’t you have to work to do, miss?”

Charity bent down on her knees, she had a gut instinct kind of feeling; I’ve got to do this… he isn’t different, he is like the rest of them. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. This man wanted her for one thing, at least, that’s what she thought about him. The most common punishment for any girl or woman or even the richer ladies, they would all face the danger of sexual interactions. Forceful too, they’d all have to be used in some way, the men would always make some kind of profit and even take care of the garbage that was left behind. Charity was no exception, a girl her age, every man would want her for a reason, the most common being as a slave or even a sex slave.

“We live in tough times, obviously. Missy, I’ve had a daughter, I know what you’re thinking,” he paused.

“No, you don’t, you have no idea what I’m thinking!” She shouted, she felt threatened by the man.

“Well, I do. I just don’t know who it was, it was a girl who helped me on the farm, and she looked a lot like you.”

Charity was interested by the fact that someone knew someone just like her. Someone who looked like her? It had intrigued her, it hooked her on like a fishing pole. She was bait for anything, she believed him and treaded with caution of what might happen to her. She battled herself into talking more to the man, and she managed to conquer her fears for a few more minutes.

“What was her name, sir?” Charity asked, feeling a little nauseas.

“…that’s the funniest thing, I don’t remember her name. She looked just like you, I remember seeing the same height girl stand where you are stood right now! She looked a lot like you, reminded me of myself a bit.”

What a looney, she thought. She had a feeling that the man was a little mental, a little unstable. The word that she’d describe him by is crazy. She looked him in the eyes, wanting to know why she would’ve reminded her of him. It was strange, different gender, not exactly the same faces, well, she had no idea. Charity got out of her bending position, crossing her legs and sitting down on the warm grass. The man sat beside her, leaving his farming tools near a fallen tree.

~ Justice had just returned from the farm, she had to meet someone, someone special. ~

“Sister, is that you?” Justice heard a voice.

She turned round, looking at the boy who stood not far from her. He looked a little like her, she knew why, they were brother and sister. He offered her a hug, and she hugged him straight away, leaving him a little kiss on the cheek. Her small skirt got lifted up by the frozen winds, her brother hadn’t noticed, he just continued holding her tight. She released her grip around his body and stepped away. He smiled at her, looking cheerful for seeing his sister again. She picked up the milk bucket rack and carried it on top of her two shoulders. Leaning a little forward to keep the milk from spilling out of the buckets. Her brother was happy to see her sister working again, she hadn’t been outside for a while. Her father kept her at the farm at all times for her whole life she had been trapped. Her brother didn’t notice any of it.

After a short walk, she was already tired and wanted to leave the milk to go rotten. Instead, she waited near a river not far from the farm. Several villagers walked past her, some noticing her and some not. Several of them bumped into her and left her with sore arms. Some of the boys who had finished working kicked her buckets around. She let them, she was too tired to run after them. Two boys with farming equipment and little hats; threw her buckets into the river, emptying any of the milk she had gained from the farm. She was thirsty, she relied on the milk to quench her thirst. Instead, she was left with little to no drink, the milk had been emptied almost fully, a few droplets remained and she wasn’t going to let them take that away from her. As quick as anything, she grabbed the buckets and swigged the small amount of milk in her mouth, gargling on some of it to linger the flavour around her tongue.

“Pig, pig, pig! Moo!” A boy made cheap impressions of her.

She giggled, she found it funny that the boy didn’t know what sound a pig made.

“You mean ‘Oink!’” She shouted, wiping her smirk from her face.

The other two boys nudged their friend and laughed at him, finding it hilarious that the boy’s mind was stupid. She had outsmarted them a little, she felt good about it. The two boys left the humiliated boy alone to feel the effects of a comeback. Justice sat there, trying to relax as best as possible, against a rickety fence and a thick pile of dirt. The boy stopped looking down and turned to face Justice.

“You need to know your animal sounds, ha, ha.” Justice giggled.

The humiliated boy’s redness in his cheeks started to fade, his pale skin made Justice concerned. He got close up to Justice’s face and looked down at her like trash. She didn’t have to say anything, it was clear that she had said too much. Her father told her about what may happen if you try to impress a boy around the village, he even warned her about the consequences that may come with it. She had listened before, just never took any notice of what he had said about her mother. She was about to receive the punishment from a same-aged boy as her. He looked quite annoyed, and stared at her whilst making his words clear.

“You’re funny, real funny, I like someone like you. A girl who works on a farm, sitting there and is a greedy little piggy!” He snickered.

She was already a little depressed thanks to the boy’s attitude. She put her head down slowly, slightly moving it more towards her chest. Looking down in sorrow, she saw first-hand what the consequences really were and how it could make someone feel. Her father was right, she hadn’t noticed at all, she was wrong to push the boundaries of a boy.

She didn’t do anything, she barely flinched, just looking down whilst the boy made fun of her. He grabbed her nose with his dirty little hands and honked on it like it was supposed to squeak. He mimicked the sound of a pig: Oink… Oink… Oink… – holding her nose tighter and pulling on it with a smile. She let him do it, she felt intimidated by finally experiencing the full effects up close. He laughed in her face, it would’ve been funnier if he had his friends to see his revenge on her. That’s what he thought at least. She held her head down, his hands smelt like dung as he continued to tug on her nose. He finished off his revenge with a signature being ‘salvia.’ Spitting on her, thick drools of saliva and leaving it to droop down her face, as it soaked into her hair also. He left her to sit there with dried-dung on her nose and spit on her face and hair. He walked off and chanted for himself, as he couldn’t wait to tell his friends what he did for revenge on her.

The skies above her, dark and grey, she felt lonely, wanting to just bury herself in the dirt and stay there for the rest of her life. She blocked out passing voices and ignored the nudges from random strangers, she didn’t wipe anything off she left it there. Her hair was tangled in sticky phlegm, a thick mucus that clung to each stand of hair, making it look messy and more like poor person. She looked at her hands in dread, spitting on them to clean off the dung on her face. She wiped it away with her palms and washed it off in a puddle of rain water. Tears flowed down her face, her father was still waiting for her back at the farm.

~ Charity tried to get more information out of the farmer. “I’ve met him before,” she thought to herself. ~

“Have you got anything for me?” He asked.

Charity bit her bottom lip, she knew that he wanted her for what everyone else wanted her for.

“No. Back off, I don’t want you. You aren’t different at all!” She pushed him away from her.

He wiped his face in regret, looking at her like she was crazy.

“Ha, ha, you still think I’m a dirty old farmer?” He laughed.

“Y-yeah, you are, aren’t you? No, wait, you are, don’t even try to pin this one me!” She hissed.

He sighed. “Um… you really know your stuff, girl. Fine, fine by me, if you think I’m a dangerous man… you can go, I won’t chase you, I won’t even touch you. Why? I’m not like who you’ve met before, at-least, I hope so… I’m different, and the girl I met before? She was just like you. Difference was, she hugged me, funny how that works, right?”

Charity strung her hair like a guitar, twisting it around her fingers and trying to smile at the man.

“Okay, how about you tell me your time, sir?” She whispered.

“A name? Of course, she asked for it too, ha, ha. She certainly knew how to ask for it, she was one special girl.”

“Oh yeah? How many of those other girls you met ‘were special?’ Huh?” Charity spoke with sarcastic tone.

“Missy, I don’t like sarcasm. I don’t even like someone who treats me like I’m stupid… because, I’m not stupid, okay?” He spat on the ground. “I’m a farmer, what more do you want? Um… you really know how to push me, girl.”

“I like to think that I can, it makes it more worthwhile…” Charity smirked.

“Ha, ha, okay, just for that… I’ll let you in on my name. Not that it is special or anything, ha, ha. Oh, missy! You really know how to drive an old man crazy. My name is Sam, folks call me ‘Sam the Farmer’ and it’s a real title too.”

“Oh, really? Mr, who is the special girl? I want a name, sir…”

“You are just as special as her. If anybody taught me anything, anyone who is special like you, can find that other special someone. My mother told me it before she died last season…”

“Aw, I’m sorry, Sam. I guess… I could find her, she might a little hard to catch, though, right?” Charity sighed.

“Ha, ha, if you can’t find her, then I don’t think I can find her either…” he tapped her on the back.

Charity stood up and hugged Sam with a slight smile, she had managed to trust him for long enough. He had told her a lot about the other girl, someone he had met before, someone who looked like her. It all pointed to nowhere, though. Charity was none the wiser than Sam, this girl clearly was out of reach. Little did Charity know, she believed that she could find her, she has a chance and she knew that searching for her would be the best option possible? Sam didn’t beg to differ, but he had other ideas in mind.

“Okay, okay, I can see it in your eyes, girl. I’ve seen that look before, she was just as happy as you look now.” Sam smiled. “Oh boy, it was certainly a weather changer for me. I’m just proud to have met you, a kind girl like yourself, I can’t imagine what the others did to you…”

Charity hissed one last time at Sam.

“…I don’t share that kind of information, so back off, Sam!”

Sam smiled with his crooked teeth and was proud to have met Charity. Even though, their last words together were quite aggressive, Sam didn’t see it that way. He saw it more as a gesture, a politer person would’ve been the girl that he had seen before.

Charity walk to the end of the muddy pathway and looked to her left and right, watching distant figures move in different directions. She watched Sam fade away in the fog, as he walked to his shed door. She rolled her eyes, and grabbed the pitchfork that Sam had left unattended to. Holding it tight with a firm grip around the handle, she picked it up and named it as a weapon. After her little talk with Sam, it was clear that she weren’t going to stop for anybody. She was determined to fight back, to find the other girl, and to take down any man or woman that stood in her way. It may have been murder, but she had so much on her mind, she couldn’t think about the consequences of what may happen to her.

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