There is really something about knowing that people were absolutely terrified (unimaginable terror) in the moments before their deaths, especially a child, that makes me feel extremely panicked and like I may throw up or cry at the same time.
I can't even wrap my mind around it. I can't even imagine how it would feel as a mother to see a child of mine being hurt and be completely helpless to stop it. The thought of any child suffering like that- regardless of whose child.
I feel this rage towards their murderer(s) boiling in my stomach. I have never thrown a punch in my life but if I could rewind time to when they were being tortured I can see myself inflicting an act of violence so savage on these horrible pathetic pieces of sh-t that people would think I was the psychopath. Ugh, mama bear instinct in full force right now.
Sent from my not so humble opinion.