Luna nearly collapsed to her feet witnessing the eeriness before her eyes; two bodies of the men hung in the air, bleeding with a battered faces that no one could recognize their real identities; their eyes closed in faint when the executioners twirled the bodies around and exhibited the scars of the whip lashes spread over their backs, there was none of the weak groans their mouth produced; they surrendered to their pains.
In a reaction to the horror, Luna, who still lingered on the cold floor, shielded her eyes with her palms; her mouth puked all her entrails at the odor of the blood and she cried at their anguish at the result of the molestation they suffered from.
