2 Works by ohnyans
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The world turned upside down. The quiet act of mercy, performed in a secluded corner, was now transforming into something obscene, into a public act of physical intimacy, into feeding a grown, healthy man. This was no longer healing. This was defilement.
My attempts to protest or refuse met a wall of incomprehension.
"What's the difference?" people shrugged. "You gave to some, you refuse others?"
"If you've decided to trade your goods, then be so kind as to provide full service," lewd comments came from the crowd.The air in the square grew thick, heavy, and ominous. The crowd, which just moments ago had been composed of individuals, suddenly coalesced into a single organism with dozens of outstretched hands and burning eyes. They closed in tighter around my table, cutting off any escape.
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What if Lauma's story took a completely different path?.. And what is hidden behind the title "The Voice of the Moon Anthem"?
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"How could she?" whispered an old woman, her eyes filled with icy terror.
"Slut..." hissed some man. "Should've held her tighter."
"Mommy, why is the auntie naked?" asked a child, and his mother roughly pressed his face against her leg.Their words, their stares, their collective condemnation crashed down on me with such force that the physical pain of the violation paled. This was worse. It seared the soul. I stood there, parading my ravaged body, and understood that they did not see a victim. They saw a traitor. An egoist. A bad mother. A hole that refuses to perform its direct function.