Matari was from the Keshka tribe. She entered her hut after
tending her goats and chickens. Her meal had been cleaned up earlier so she
began to undress with the intent of climbing into the furs for a good night’s
sleep next to her sweet toddler. Her man, Sanyonda had died over a year ago in
a hunting accident since then she had done twice the work being both woman and
provider for her child. She was average height well-muscled and her body
glistened in the fire’s glow with the scented oil she rubbed into her skin. As
she sat braiding her hair, she was thinking about the hunting expedition that
had led to the death of her love. They had been married for just over a year
when the scouts had discovered the great wooly herd. The village men prepared
to hunt and left the village. She was fondly remembering his last kiss when chaos
erupted outside her hut. She heard the screams of her neighbors before they
were killed. Scrambling she rushed to tie her knife to her thigh before donning
her ragged dress again. Matari instinctively knew she must be prepared to face
whatever intruder entered her space. She would protect her and Sanyonda’s child
with her life if necessary.
Just as she pulled the dress over her head a large man burst
through her skins into her hut. Kriton was enormous, hairy and muscular. His bedraggled
hair hung in dreadlocks and he reeked of body odor mixed with sweat. He stood
between Matari and the little one in her bed. He and his raiding party had
stalked the village for days watching the comings and goings of the Keshka
tribe. He had seen this woman and craved her body. Prior to bursting into her
tent he had claimed live of the family in the next hut in his blood lust. Now
he would have her. Matari’s baby awoke to the screams of other villagers and
began crying when he saw the stranger. The invader glanced from her to the crying
child and lunged in the direction of the child in order to silence him
permanently. Before she could comprehend he had even moved his knife plunged
into her sweet child ending his life.
Matari propelled her self toward the Kriton in fury screaming,
attacking him viciously with her fists and clawing at him. He subdued her
easily with the skills of a mercenary flinging her on the bed. With his knife
at her throat he prepared to rape her by shoving her ragged dress up her
thighs. He used his knees to separate her thighs while he freed his manhood. Carelessly
he did not notice the twine tied was around her leg because he was intent upon
fulfilling his lust that grew with each kill. Hers would send him over the edge
in ecstasy as he slit her throat while relieving his lust into her. Matari cleverly
bent her knees as if she were giving her body to him and relaxed as she freed
her knife keeping it hidden beside her hip. She looked into his gray-green eyes
knowing exactly who he was and what he would mean to her. Just as he entered
her, she plunged her knife into his gut and ripped upward toward his chest. His
entrails spilled out over her in a bloody mess before he collapsed. She wisely remained
under his body for several hours until she was sure the raiding party left.
It took her several minutes to free herself from the dead man’s
weight but she managed. Once free she scooped up her baby and let out a
mournful howl of grief. She held her little boy close to her chest rocking his
lifeless body. She had recognized the tattoos of the tribe on the intruder. If
it took her the rest of her life she would kill every man, woman and child in the
Myangar tribe staring with his family.
