Chapter 75. It Won't Be a Pretty Sight When They Return

Enzo had his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke to the crowd. He paced the stage, "I tried to allow room for those who disobeyed me to learn from their mistakes. I tried to be a fair ruler to everyone and only punish when it was necessary. But, tonight my hand has been forced. Those who have decided to ignore my orders have gone too far and I no longer have patience for them."

A quiet, worried murmur passed through the crowd around Doris. They silenced again when Enzo turned his sharp gaze on them. He lifted his hand and two men had been forced on the stage bound at their wrists and ankles. It was her attackers. The older man from the night before and Stephen. He made a strange moaning sound as if he was trying to speak but couldn't without his tongue.

The older man had his head bandaged from where she hit him but he still wore the ruined clothes she last saw him in. Doris knew the boy must have truly died if he wasn't on the stage with them. She... she didn't kno