Burnt at the stake

Burnt at the stake

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“Mama.” The little girl whispered - a sound which could not be heard above the hooting of the bystanders. But as quiet as the cry was the woman who stood at her place of death sharply turned her head to look at her daughter, her piercing grey eyes filled with tears. The woman gave her young daughter a last motherly smile and mouthed the words the girl had heard all to many times, but yet this time it sounded like a goodbye. “Be safe Lilwen.” Lilwen lost her mother at the tender age of 10 to the high rise in witch trials. As she watched her mother burn and scream in agonising pain the young girl felt an roaring hate for the court who had ordered her mother’s death. Lilwen swore an oath to take vengeance for her mother’s death, but she hesitates as she stumbles across an alluring distraction.
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He held the whip tightly, with guilt in his heart and pride dried on his lips. "I will ask you one more time, Lilura, where is the hidden child?" Lilura can barely move, every muscle in her body has seized up. Her body is struggling to recover, to repair the damage, and more importantly, to stop the blood. Unable to move with any grace, her movements are jerky. Her throat ached, yearning for even the faintest of chilled air. "I bare you no confession," she forced words out, her breath dry and deep. "You will not have my child." He glared sharply, "You stubborn woman!" He gripped tighter, not noticing the trickle of blood from his own palm. "I'll beat it out of you. You will confess! ⇥PotEhjQm⇤

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