It was a normal day.
Where friends and family came together and enjoyed each other’s presents. A day kids can get away with almost anything. Many rushed around chairs while others ate as much sweets they possible can.

Until, we all heard a sound that could mean only one thing. Someone was being physically abused. Each sound echoed, as the voice of the abuser changes from low to high pitch.

What can be done?
The kids ran and hid. While everyone stood in disbelief. The men gathered to end this nightmare. As they approached the home. They were surprised, by the atrocious view. Blood slowly running down the hands that cause such havoc, each drop creates a puddle where he stood.

In a corner, just away from him. Something appears to be moving very slowly. Uncle Jack, one of the men. Cautiously approach it, only to discover a woman with deep fresh wounds about her body. How it’s possible she’s alive? Only God knows.
The other men, fill with rage after seeing the atrocities cause by the abuser. Pulled him out to suffer the same faith as the victim, when suddenly they heard a soft cry coming from the bedroom. Dragged marks of blood can be seen where the cry came from.
It was a melancholy site. A new born baby, surrounded by blood on the floor as the body of a caiman was found in pieces.
© Kevin S, Daniel