"It
has come to this... My life is to be snuffed out by flames. On this
beautiful day I shall take my last breaths and they shall be the choking
vapours of my burning body.
Tied
to this tree which will share my fate. Yet more bonds are to restrain
me, lest they burn too quickly.
My
life is to end... Will that realisation sink in suddenly? My breast
rises abruptly as my lungs gasp desperately for air.
What
am I to be more afraid of — death, and what comes after, or the
burning, the excruciating pain that I will undoubtedly be subjected
to?
There
is nowhere to run and this is not a dream. I am tied to this tree and
soon I am to burn as a witch. Will I plead for my life?
I want to cry but my eyes are devoid of tears and dry in anticipation
of the flames.
Nngh,
my bonds don't move, struggle is useless. How ironic that it should
have come to this. Could I have avoided it? To what end?
There
is the wood that shall be the instrument of my demise. I'm very afraid
now. Not of death but of the fire, of the scorching flames that will
lash my body. Will I pass out before the pain? Or from the pain?
There
is my captor. A witch in her own right. She will pay for this. This
is not over. I will be back and then she shall suffer my pain tenfold!
Oh
my god, I will die today..."
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