ZUT

This was written a few months back, it has not been looked over, and only a brief spell check was done. I decided to post it here to give everyone something to read. If you are offended easily I suggest you don't continue reading past the ~*~.

Okay, I haven't exactly thought of a name for this one yet. I wrote it one night, by hand on paper, pure passion. Ask Chelsea, I basically didn't put the pen down until I was done, unless you count walking Chelsea to the door at like 11. Anyways, if you have any ideas on a name for this one, I'll be happy to take them into consideration.
Mandy
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The air was hot and dry it usually was in the afternoon's. Zut was sitting amongst her dolls, not far from the house, in her sand pile.
"Slave, fetch me my crown!" Zut was holding a doll her mother made her from the left over fabric of her prettiest dress. The fabric was a faded shade of yellow, but it was the nicest out of all her dolls.
Zut set the doll down on a thrown she had made out of sticks and some string her mother let her use. For only being eight years of age, Zut was a creative, very independent child.
Absently zut wiped the back of her hand across her forehead and tucked a lock her long dark brown hair behind her left ear. A trickled of sweat ran down the back of her neck and disappeared beneath her cotton shift.
Reaching across the sand pit, Zut picked up the slave doll, pretending it was doing an errand for its Queen, made it bow and back away.
Zut sat back on her heels and looked up into the pomegranate tree above her. For as long as she could remember the tree had been there. She loved its green leaves and big it was compared to herself. Zut had sent hours climbing and getting to know the tree. She fondly placed a hand on its trunk, closed her eyes and said a prayer of thanks to the earth god Geb. The prayer was one her mother taught her.
Her mother had been the major role model all her life, since her fathers passing while he was working King Djoser.
The king had ordered that the people of Saqqara build him a tomb, and while her father was helping construct this, he was crushed by a large block of stone.
Zut could never miss her father properly, for she had never really known him. Her mother would talk about her father being a great man. Strong, darkly tanned, curly brown hair. She would describe him as being a kind and lovable person who would bounce Zut on his knee and tell her a story after the evening meal.
This afternoon Zut's mother was baking an apple pie and it smelled delicious. Zut licked her lips and leaned forward on her knees to gather up her dolls and the throne. Bouncing to her feet, Zut skipped towards the house. As she stepped inside the door and her eyes adjusted to the mute light in her kitchen, she called to her mother.
Zut looked up from the floor and let her toys drop in front of her when she saw her mother in the middle of the room, tied to one of her kitchen chairs. Zut had used the chairs as long as she had been able to sit up by herself. A piece of cloth was tied around her mothers head, covering h er mouth and one for her eyes. Zut could tell that she had been crying, and as she watched another tear slipped from underneath the already damp piece of cloth from her tears.
Zut's attention was suddenly directed to a man, tall, black hair and scruffy who appeared from the bedroom that she shared with her mother. He was holding one of her nights and pair of her mothers undergarments. His face was buried in her shift. When he looked up he beamed what was supposed to be a friendly smile at Zut, and advanced closer to her until he was only two or three feet away.
"why hello pretty thing. Where have you been this whole time? Your mother and I were just having a good time here. Ain't that right?" He finished what he was saying and looked at Zuts mother, a smile on his dirty face.
At the sound of the mans voice her mother gave a startled cry, and realized Zut was in the room. Zut was completely frozen, she felt helpless and her skin prickled with the intense sense of danger emanating from the scary man. Her hands balled into fists at her side, she managed a small whimper of protest. Her attention was suddenly drawn to her mother who was franticly trying to escape from the tight hold of the mans knots.
"Ah, ah ah now miss." The dirty man said and shook a finger at her. "Now don't you try anything I wouldn't do!" And with that he burst out laughing, tossing his curly head back. His loud laugh filled Zuts ears, and she grew cold inside. She immediately began to cry, throwing herself onto her knees, her hands covering her ears.
"Go away! Go away! Leave her alone, I hate you!" Zut screamed with frustration. She was bent forward on her knees, and she grabbed fist fulls of her own hair, tugging on it hard.
Her mother was tossing her head from side to side, fearing he was harming her little girl.
Zuts mothers screaming was stopped abruptly as the back of the mans hand struck her against the side of her head, reducing her to choking sobs.
Zut lifted her head, her hand still tangled in her hair, hot tears streaking down her face. She glared towards the disgusting man, her eyes dripping with hatred. Suddenly she hated him for doing this to her family.
The man only chuckled at the look on the eight year old girls face as he advanced on her with a quickness she hadn't expected. Taking her by her hair the man grunted as he tossed Zut onto her back. Zut landed hard and let out a startled cry, her face showing the fear she felt inside. Her mother was bent forward in the chair, sobbing quietly.
Zut shut her eyes as tight as possible and began kicking the man with all her might, hitting his stomach. He only grunted and grabbed her ankles in his dirty paws with one hand, using the other to lift up her shift.
panic overtook Zut and she pushed herself backwards, trying to escape the mans touch as his hands slid u p her thigh and touched Zut in her most private of spots. She couldn't hold back her tears and let them flow much more now, terrified and feeling utterly helpless, unable to pull from his grasp.
Before she could do anything else, the man spread her legs and knelt on her calves, holding them firmly, but painfully against the wooden floor of her own house.
Her mother was now kicking in the chair, trying, despite the cloth bindings on her ankles, to come to her babies aid. Zut sensed her mother knew what the man was doing to her. Her mother was shouting muffled words from behind the gage, screaming on time, pleading the next.
Zut had no warning and with a thrust the man was suddenly inside her tender place. Zut felt as if she was tearing apart from the inside and it burned like fire. She screamed loudly and tossed her head from side to side, her eyes still shut tight. Zut pounded on the tall mans chest and shoulders as hard as she could, but to no avail. She opened her eyes and looked up at her attacker. His eyes were closed and his features were contorted with concentration.
An eerie calm overtook Zut and she let her body go limp. She wanted it to stop and tried to pretend that this wasn't happening to her. She thought of the times her mother would take her in to the market and they would buy candied figs as a treat after devotions. Zut thought about the stories they shared over the evening meal about her father, and about the future. She wished her father was here to protect her now. A cry from her mother interrupted her thoughts and she was suddenly brought back to the cruel realization of what was happening to her.
The foul man who was still pushing himself inside of her opened his eyes and stared down at Zut. Zut glared back at him and all at once he gave a loud grunt followed by a moan and pulled slowly away from her. Grabbing her hands in his he yanked Zut to her feet and sat her down hard in one of the other kitchen chairs. He bound her hands and feet. Zut bit her lip to keep from crying out because of the pain she felt in her private spot.
Her mother had gone suddenly very quiet, as if she sensed the tall mans next move.
Zut sat still, and she felt a hot wetness clinging to the inside of her thigh. She was sure she was bleeding and cursed the man through clenched teeth. She felt dirty and ultimately violated. Zut shut her eyes tight and tasted metallic in her mouth. She had bit her lip until she was bleeding.
Not wanting to open her eyes to see what the man was going to do next, Zut kept them closed and rocked back and forth. Her mothers muffle voice was heard the loudest in the room, invading her thoughts. Again she wanted to pretend that this wasn't happening. There was nothing she could do to help her mother from the same thing that she had experienced.
Zut begged and pleaded softly, inaudibly, that he would spare her. That he would suddenly have a change of heart and decide to let them go. Though by the sounds of things her wishes were not coming true.
She braved a peek at what was happening and was horrified to see that the man had her mother down on the floor, nearly in the same place where she been. Her mother however was face down, her buttocks in the air. Dress pushed up over her back and her face was buried in the floor.
Zut could do nothing but watch as he man slid his hands over her mothers smooth gently tanned skin and kiss the small of her back.
Disgusted, enraged, Zut wanted to know why someone would so something like this. What had they done to deserve such punishment? Why would this man come into their home and ruin their haven? This was their sanctuary!
She looked up from the floor to see the man forcefully thrusting himself inside her mother, he looked like an animal and his grunts came in ragged gasps.
Wanting to look away from this grotesque scene she was witnessing, but finding she could not, she began to sob uncontrollably.
Her mother whimpered and groaned with every thrust made by the dirty man and from the view that Zut had she could see the mans dark buttocks. He had hair coming from his lower back which traveled down in between his buttcheeks. Zut could tell he did not care about his mothers feelings, just as he had not cared about her own.
Zut could not take it anymore and gave a cry of protest. She flung herself on them, chair and all, hoping to separate him from her mother. Zut landed on them and tumbled face forwards onto the floor beside her mother, who was still gagged and blinded by the two pieces of cloth.
With a small gasp Zut felt her face pushed into the floor and the wind escape her lungs. Her cheek ground against the rough wood as weight had been place on the chair. Zut could not turn her head to see what was going on, she could only groan in pain.
"Gods! Impotent child! How dare you..." He was seething with anger, Zut could hear it in his voice and she whimpered, her bottom lip trembling. "You will pay for your insolence." He said this through gritted teeth.
Facing her mother who was still face down on the floor beside her, Zut was breathing heavily, angry and full of liquid hatred. Struggling she tried to roll herself over as she the scruffy man going through her mothers kitchen. She was not sure what he was doing but she shivered with fear.
Zuts mother looked unsure of what she should do and Zut felt her hand search for hers, seeking some sort of comfort and assurance. Zut could only keep as silent as possible, Hoping g the man would leave and forget about them. Maybe he was tired, and angry enough to leave them be. Maybe someone would come to rescue them.
She heard him rustling about behind her mother, mumbling about Zut being a difficult brat who needs to learn a lesson, that she would get what she deserved.
Taking a glance at her mother, Zut saw that she had a trickled of blood coming from her nose. Zut was terrified for her.
Zut began to yell bravely screaming at the man. "You are digesting! I hate you, and I wish the gods would strike you down dead and that your soul is devoured by Ahmet! May you suffer as much as we have. May you-"
She was immediately cut off as the man lifted her chair and set it upright. He seemed not to have heard her words and was completely ignoring her. Zut stared directly at him and waited as her anger built. Zut spat at him, hitting him directly on his forehead and she watched as the spittle dripped down the bridge of his nose towards his cheek.
calmly the man wiped it with the bottom of his shirt and continued with whatever he was doing. He seemed even more horrifying to her at this moment in time and she was unable to predict what he was going to do next.
Bending next to her mother, their attacker took a hold of her by the back of her head, a fist full of her mothers hair in his dirty paw and tossed her at the wall where she crumpled to the floor. The expression on her mothers face was hard to tell because of the cloth, but she knew she must be scared, and feeling just as helpless as Zut was. Zut had no idea what was left for both of them. What more could he do?
Before Zut could think of anything else, the man knelt down beside her mother and raised his arm above his head. With a sudden realization Zut saw the gleam of metal in his fist and she watched in horror as the man plunged a knife into her mothers chest. Then the man plunged it into her stomach, again and again.
franticly thrusting about in her chair Zut screamed over and over again, "NO! No! Nooo!" Her mother was her mentor, her savior. The person she loved most in her entire life.
The man turned slightly to face Zut, a calm expression on his face. His eyes showed her that he was mad while he stared at her.
"You little bitch," he spat, "look at what you've made me do. Watch as I drain the life from your mother. Watch as I take her life into my hands and send her soul before her judgment. She deserved what you have brought upon her, and you deserve to watch her take her last breath." What scared Zut the most was that he had said it was her fault. It wasn't her fault. She didn't drive the knife into her own mother, he did. It was him. It couldn't be her fault. The mans voice was unfaltering as he spoke to her.
Slowly he turned back to her mother. Blood had crept across the floor and was pooled beneath the mans feet. Zut should have felt a lot more scared than she did, but felt drained, her emotions seemed to be locked inside a newly made cage in her mind. Set aside as if she could not bear to deal with them right now. But knew that if she lived, they would eventual burst forth unexpectedly. Zut stared at her mother, who was unmoving and covered in her own blood. Zut had lost both her mother and her father. She felt as if she was losing herself.
The man had stood and was staring at her, she could tell he was wondering what she was thinking about. Zut wanted to scream at him. Tear out his heart and feed it to the jackals. Watch as he died by her hands, slowly and painfully. Zut wanted him to taste the fear in the back of his throat before she plunged her hand into his chest, pulled out his heart and watched it beat in her hand, his blood between her fingers, and dripping down her arm. She wanted his body to become lifeless as her mothers had. Zut wanted sweet revenge. He was a disgusting evil man, and didn't deserve to live while her mother was an innocent loving person whom she loved with all her of her heart.
Zut licked her lips slowly, relishing in the thoughts that swam in her mind. She realized she had been holding her breath, and let it out quickly.
Suddenly the man came towards her, and Zut watched as he knelt on the floor. Still bound she was helpless to anything his black heart desired and she knew he knew this.
The man smiled coldly and came in close to whisper in her ear, "You wish to kill me little one? Then why don't you? Are you afraid? Seek your revenge."
Zut sat very still in the chair. She went over what he had just said to her. Slightly shifting to the right Zut realized he had undone her bindings. Why had he done his? Could he read her thoughts? Or did he think that she was just a little child who would not go through with killing someone?
Slowly Zut pulled her arms away from the back of the chair and placed them in her lap, only to find that the knife from her mothers kitchen was resting there. How had she not noticed him putting it there? Was she going mad? Or was she already gone.
She closed her eyes as the man hovered inches from her face, waiting as if he wanted her to say something. What could she say? Had she not already said everything that could and wanted to say? What was left?
Gently zut fingered the knife with her small, delicate hands. She felt the still warm blood of her mother that coated its blade. Suddenly she knew what she had to do. Taking the knife in both her hands she turned her mouth to the mans ear and whispered what she wanted to say. "I hate you. You will pay..."
Zut plunged the knife into her own belly. Her eyes widened her eyes with the pain and the last image she saw was of the man, surprised by her action as he knelt before her. His eyes were trained on her face as Zut slumped sideways in the chair and toppled lifeless to the floor.