Slave First

Chapter 0: what the hell happened here?

Peanut Gallery's POV

Beep...beep...beep...
That's the only sound that can be heard. The room is chilling cold. It feels like life doesn't exist there. But one creature does. One creature breathes, faintly, as if at any moment it's life can be terminated. This human, this girl, still clings to life. It's extremely painful to keep breathing. But she continues to by instinct alone. Consciousness slowly returns her mind back to her body. Memories return. Bitterness. Hatred. Vengeance. Ah, yes, vengeance. The reason she still breathes. She swore that as long as she still breathes, she will get her revenge.

'Anna', she remembers the name, but who is it? Her thoughts are interrupted by the realisation that her body hurts. Her skin hurts bad. Oh, now she remembers, she was set on fire. She was accused of heinous crimes against humankind. A modern day witch yes. Her last memories are filled with thick dark fumes of smoke choking and filling her lungs, blinding her eyes with fog and tears, oh and the scorching,skin-torching, meat-eviscerating fire that surrounded her. She could not escape. She didn't have enough tears, saliva or blood to kill the fire consuming her flesh. It's over, in the most gruesome way.

But somehow, she still breathes. By the sound of the beeping, she thinks. 'Am I in a hospital?' How? And importantly,why?

Please note:

I have a few ideas for this story, I might compile them to be one story. I'll try to keep it short but there's some plots I want to embed so it might be long.

This piece will contain 3rd party POV (the peanut gallery and other fancy names for us readers 👩‍🏫👨‍🏫 😋🥰) and personal characters' POVs.

Basically a story about a woman who has lived a difficult life.

I'll provide more details as I continue the story.