Martyr_(0)
She was finishing her prayers as I entered the room, we are now finally alone as the martyr was allowed the last night in solitude and prayer. Karina Spiridonova looked up at me and smiled, but in her eyes I could see fear. She was still very pretty, even if time has chipped away her youthful appearance. Her skin was fair and smooth, her large brown eyes were still as beautiful as the day I met her, and off course her shapely body exhibited the finest curves a woman could have. She was to martyr herself the next day for the cause, we Chechens have been in the struggle against the Russian invaders for a long time. But I knew the truth, it was going to be another meaningless sacrifice and a waste of good …