The strong grip of the soldiers made me lose circulation on my arms as they dragged me to my death. I looked back at my hut, it looked feeble and empty and poor, soon it be abandoned for good as it's sole resident was being taking away to the heavens through the fires of hell.
The disgusting swine of villagers chanted for my pain and destruction. They called for the fires, they called for my doom, they called for my suffering.
Jagged sticks tore at my dress and the hay brush past my legs as I was being escorted to the post I was to be executed on. The rope bound me to the post of my death, I inhaled as I took one last look at the wretched, disgusting feeble sea of faces that called for my burning. I closed my eyes as the executioner's voice boomed across the crowd
"Today is the execution of Alice Godale, she was found guilty of being a witch and now she shall be burnt on the stake."
I muttered one final pray under my breath and opened my eyes. I saw the brute walking towards the pile of sticks and hay with a blazing torch, I continued to have a calm appearance, I would keep a poker face for as long as I could, these disgusting wretches will never see me cry, see me scream and take joy in my pain, I will stay strong, so these sadistic inhumane creature won't feel a tinge of joy as my flesh slowly burns.
Before I knew it, the smell of smoke tickles my nose and the sticks and hay set alight, blazing like the hate these people had for me.
Fire danced at the brims of my dress as the heat intensified, it became harder and harder to breath with the thick smoke hell bent on choking me. Flames started dances up my dress, the burning pain made it hard not to scream, the crowd on the edge, watching each flickering spark bringing death closer and closer.
The heat finally got to me, my vision got blurry and the smoke seemed to get thicker and more toxic, death creeped one step closer as I closer my eyes and the pain and suffocating smoke disappeared into the blinding light.
Reality faded away as my soul left my body and the scorching fires.
End of chapter one
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Death Diaries
RandomA series of chapter describing certain deaths I guess, I swear I'm not an edgy e-girl, just someone who likes literature.