Cici sat above a delightfully large throne. The golden arm rests gave way to the black plush quilted in thin golden strands. The chair itself was seated on a platform of sleek gray granite which over cast a gorge forged from crude machinery. It was simply a hole in the ground.
Cici's eyes, an icy blue gazed downward a her famous painted lips peeled apart showing a toothy grin filled with sharpened pearly whites. Inside of this hole a man stood. He seemed to be sculpted to perfect, a hand to hand combatant man. His skin was oiled from sweat and anticipation. In his dark eyes there was a thirst, a hunger driven by taking on the challenge in front of him.
Which was being lowered by a thin wire as he stood. A wooden crate poked with holes hit the ground in front of the warrior's feet and he reared back. The side of the crate dropped and the crate tipped shoving out a body covered by a cloud of dust. As the dust settled the body got up. It was one belonging to a small child, a black haired tanned looking child with big brown eyes. If Cici's devilish cackle didn't drown out sounds around her, an on looker could hear the cries coming from the little girl.
A bell tolls.
The onlookers wrenched in horror as the man bounded towards the little girl. He was no man, but all animal with his lust. The girl's dress was ripped as the man reached around, lowering his pants.
All this while Cici was curling in her throne, watching the terrible, unspeakable horror unfold. Drool could be seen pooling around the corner of her lips. Her eyes gleamed as the cries were louder from the child and th man gave harsh, invasive grunts.
Cici moaned in pleasure as below the man's bare back covered the whole nude body of the innocent child having her innocence taken away. Blood soiled the dusty ground as Cici's pleasurable squeals rang out in laughter.
Soon the field was cleared as the dead was covered by a tarp, the man emerging victorious was wrapped in a cloak.
Cici, meanwhile, relaxed in her chair, a cigarette dangling between her lips. Her awful blond hair getting tossed back into place. Pleased Madam would have to wait a minute before the next round.
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