Niokala: Escape

As the months steadily grew longer, the man steadily grew more cold deep within his soul. Months became years and all he ever heard from his wife was what they would do about the satanic daughter, about the evil vile creature living in the cellar. He began taking coin for people to traipse through the dank dark below the homestead to view the creature curled in the corner, shivering under her rags. He took more coin for those that wanted to yell at her, beat her, blame all the ills of society on this creature. And he finally allowed his eldest to carve into the flesh of the younger and tear out that vile mark strip by long strip. The wailing was terrible and terrifying, shaking the house and filling the surrounding village with the pain and agony that sat in the voice. It brought more people to the castle wanting to watch, to participate, to be part of the reason the small girl kept crying. It was no wonder she managed to worm her crippled and scared body out of a window and disappeared into the night. And good riddance.