The crack of wood on wood. The decision has been made. The screams and cries of her and her loved ones echo through the court room. No one wants to believe it. She is tied to a stake on a pile of old wood. The fire has been stoked. The flames are growing hungry for the taste of human flesh. Black smoke beings to billow out from the wood. She's screaming as the fire licks at her ankles. The smoke claws at her throat like hands. Choking. Coughing. Silence. The smell won't leave until she is gone. Saying something would mean death for me too. But. She was only 10.
