I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks as I witnessed all of my villagers being killed slowly, one by one, right in front of my own watery eyes. His tall, muscular, figure and thick, masculine hands stood out in particular. To my relief, he backed up a few steps, however, he was still looking at me. He walked towards me, his footsteps thudding against the hard, wooden floor. A few of them did get away, running for their lives into the endless cornfields. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, waiting for the pang of pain and impending death to hit me. This story is kind of a continuation of the Apocalypto scene where the prisoners are made to run to their freedom as they are being aimed at with arrows.
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I started sobbing again and covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream. He was so tall his crotch area was nearly level with my face as I was sitting down. You've heard about the horror the men who were captured faced, but what happened to the women? A continuation of the destruction known as Apocalypto. Lost in my own thoughts, I suddenly remembered that the leader was standing right in front of me. This story is kind of a continuation of the Apocalypto scene where the prisoners are made to run to their freedom as they are being aimed at with arrows.