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Tears strolled down Hilda's cheeks as she watched the boys bring out their swords and take it to the neck of her son who was tied in front of her.

They were going to kill him!!

"No! Please...! Don't touch him, please! He's all I've got". Hilda cried out, wanting to stretch her hands but couldn't since her hands were tied. 

How did it get to this point? Who were these men and why were they trying to cause her pains?

She could remember vividly; she'd returned home and found them in that state - her son tied to the chair with the boys beside him. What could be going on? What has she done to deserve this?

"We don't have to hurt you or your son, young woman" one of the boys suddenly said, taking the sword closer to her son's neck and threatening a cut.

"But if you don't do as we say, we'll have no choice but to make you live a lonely life because your son would definitely be going benea