SHELBY Tears ran down my dirty face as I struggled against the compact ropes and chains. I heard another bloodcurdling shriek from the direction they had just taken my sister. I attempted to yell out to her which only led to another stinging whip from the man in the mask. Her screams suddenly fell into an abrupt silence. I strained to listen over my heavy heart, which was pounding like the drums of the unknown men, as I anxiously awaited her possible return. All remained silent except for my low-toned whimpers of despair. The door of the shack opened to reveal my sister being brutally dragged to where I hang now. They tossed her bloody, deranged body towards me. I could still hear her scarcely breathing. Dark blood dripped from her forehead where they had carved in the words ‘Devil’s Child’. I glared up into the parade of ugly masks and laughter erupted from the crowd.