The shackles rubbed against her wrists making them ache; the more she struggled against the guards the more it pierced her skin. They had pulled her out of her house and latched the chains to her wrists, she had cried out to the rest of the village but no one tried to help; they knew if they interfered they would be taken to. She had watched her own parents shed tears but never fought against.
They had passed the village hours ago they had pulled her into a clearing into the forest, by this point she was crying and screaming at the guards to turn back, that they had the wrong girl. In the clearing was a big cross that resembled the cross Jesus had died on. Under it was logs of wood and sticks they started chaining her to the cross she was screaming and kicking trying to get away.
Once she was chained to the cross one of the men started speaking “Victoria Olivia Cassidy you are being executed for the use of witchcraft”
She stared the man straight in the eyes with tears furiously falling down her face “Go ahead” she whispered but she knew they heard it. They lit the sticks and soon enough flames were embracing her.
