Story, part 2

Her tribe could live unnoticed by anyone but didn’t want to. Ignoring the inhabitants of a nearby village would mean indulgence. They didn’t attack them openly either. Their way to humiliate people was much sharper. As for men, they suduced them near the lake, to do things that do not seem to be torture: caressing, tickling, dancing … until the man’s death from exhaustion. Being in a kinder mood, they took their lives much faster.

Noshka, that was her name, did not enjoy it as her relatives. She didn’t know how NOT to do it, but while doing so she felt terribly unhappy and guilty. Pulled by some evil force, she sometimes suduced men to the swamp, but before anything happened between them, a powerful guilt flowed into her heart. In the chaos of thoughts, she could do nothing but drive a man away, many however did not escape with life if they remained insistent. This has been going on for years, and Noshka saw in her reflection not a beautiful being that she was from the outside, but a cruel monster …