They took Mummy yesterday. They never made a sound as they came in the night. Snow had fallen earlier and the blanket of white was flawless as I slumbered.
As I woke with the sun I was met with despair, the pristine white was trampled and muddied. Mummy was gone her appendages still on the ground, remnants littering the snow.
In the distance I could see her impaled in the ground for all to see. The men had tied her mutilated body tight with wire flashing in the light from top to bottom. They pierced her with metal hooks that held weights to rip her open. Chains hung on her body and offerings at her feet.
They stood around her with their saws still in hand gazing at their handy work. One began to climb her not caring what he stood on. He clamped a metal mask over her face that sparkled in the sun.
With a cheer they left Mummy alone in her misery slowly dying in a tortured state.
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