Diane was not happy.
She didn't know what had happened.
The previous night, she was sleeping in Vic's bedroom, comfortable under the covers. In the morning, she was rudely awakened by two men splashing cold water onto her and yelling at her as she slept on a cold floor with no covering to keep her warm.
They called her "Tara Horn," along with "witch," which she didn't understand.
She now sat on the dirty stone floor, drenched in cold water, shivering in the cooler temperature of the cell she was locked in.
The men reappeared again, but this time one held a bucket of water while the other had chains in his hands. "You're coming with us, witch."
"I'm not-" Diane yelped as she was covered in more water by the first guard.
"Shut your mouth and do not resist." The second guard said, placing the bulky cuffs onto Diane's wrists and pushing her out of the cell.
She was shoved onto a wooden wagon, where a bag was placed onto her head as the wheels bounced on the dirt roads and its bumps.
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