Chapter 13: One Inch

They are really dogs, this scene is hard to describe. To prolong the suffering and make you feel nothing, I wonder if you are mentally ill or just a dog like them if nothing moves you. When the other man's spirit left, he took a towel and said, "I'm going to clean the place with my hands so it goes smoothly and you can have fun." I never imagined that I would witness such a scene in my life and do nothing. How can I even move my fingers when dogs surround me on all sides? They are just mindless monsters that follow orders. They started advancing towards this rotten machine, and he said when you want to talk, tell me, and he laughed, you don't have a deadline. I began to tremble without a physical feeling of fear, but my mind was mocked in order to protect these villagers and this town from the evils of these dogs. Everything is easy when you have a strong principle. All I did was beg God to make this death easy for me. The old man: Stop and open his shackles. They flogged him and beat him and threw him in the cell. I let him think until tomorrow and his end will be. They beat me and threw me in the cell, but what I noticed is that, until now, they had no intention of killing me. Even when they hit me, they only used their hands and not a weapon that could cause death. This means that they prefer to keep me alive, which gives me more confidence to resist them and not be afraid of them. It is all because I still want to make something beautiful for the poor and needy with my chemistry and my God-blessed stone. I struggled to sleep because of the severity of the shocks. My flesh turned blue, my face was disfigured, and I couldn't even walk on my own. My stomach growled with hunger. The next morning, they picked me up early and moved me to a room farther from the torture chamber. They took the veil off my face, and what a wonderful room it was, like a room for kings, with a dining table extending about 10 meters full of foods I had never seen in my whole life. Everything was in order, even the spoons sparkled like gold, so why not make them gold? There, it was just me and a guy sitting across from me who seemed like a hangman, but a nice hangman. I understood that they were trying to entice me with the benefits of working with them, but such things did not affect me. "Please take a few," said the executioner. I replied, "No, thanks. I can do without your food and drink, dogs." He tried to persuade me in various ways, but I refused and answered with harsh words. Finally, he lost his patience and ordered them to take me to the stake and threw food in my face. They chained me over the bumpy chair, and that executioner came and said, "Don't be afraid, you'll have another chance. If the stake reaches your stomach and you don't die." Two huge dogs carried me over the stake, only an inch from it. As soon as they hear the signal, I'll tear it up.