She had been put on trial because of those evil kids. They had declared her witch and there was nothing that she could to prove the claim false. Those nasty little children had pointed at her and cried out "Witch, Witch!" in between their twitching and moans. And those idiotic adults had believed them! They had believed them over her!
Now she sat in a filthy jail cell, a single bed and a pail was all she had at her disposal. She regretted now that she had ever told fortunes for these town folks. Young girl that she was, eighteen since March, she had no business in a jail cell. But here she was, sentenced to execution by hanging by sundown two day's time.
She stretched out on the filthy bed, yawning quietly behind her hand. She dare not make any noise, those fools didn't need a reason to come beat her.. And oh, was she tired. She closed her eyes trying to block out all of the thoughts from the day. Slowly she drifted into a heavy sleep . . .
. . . She was woken by a hand covering her mouth, and her muffled screams got louder as she saw who it was. It was Thomas , Thomas Baker. The mayor of the town and twenty years her elder.
"Sara," he whispered, his voice low and husky with a hint of danger in it, "Sara, there's nothing you can do."
She looked into his eyes., her own green eyes she knew were wild and opened wide, his brown eyes were strangely calm. Those eyes scared her, but not as much as his voice. She had to do something! She did the only thing that she could think of and bit down on his hand, as hard as she could. He cried out, but did not let go of her, she could feel the warm blood running down her chin.
"Witch!" he hissed, his face so close to hers that his foul breath caressed her cheek, "You will pay for that."
He reached down to the floor and picked up a length of rope that he must have carried in while she was sleeping.
"Do you see this?" he asked. "This is the rope that you will be hung with. It will slip around you're delicate porcelain neck," with this he caressed her neck, "And soon that beautiful bossom will no longer be heaving with your breath," he then grabbed one of her breasts, definitely more then a handful. "I can save you, Sara. You know that I can, I only ask for one favor in return."
Sara's eyes widened even more then they already had, and some of her long, dark brown hair fell onto her face. She knew that Thomas had always wanted her, the crude comment he made when she was around, that he was always trying to grab her. She knew what he wanted, but could she give it to him? Could she give up her purity, even in exchange for her life?
"Answer me now, Sara. If you want to live you shall answer me now or I will hang you in the morning."
She slowly nodded her head, hoping that she would not regret this.
"Alright then, you stay quiet Sara," Again he reached down, vaguely Sara thought that he must have a bag down there. When his hand came back up, she craned her neck trying to see what he had brought now. She almost laughed when she realized that it was an apron, a common apron. But she wasn't relieved for long, when he took his hand from her mouth he folded it up. She dared not scream for his threat to have her dead in the morning. He put the apron in her mouth and tied it tightly so that no scream would be able to be made. She almost gagged because it was pushing her tongue into the bottom of her mouth.
"Are you ready, my precious?" The words coming from him scared her. His tone was so eerie that she did not know what to answer. And when she didn't he shook her hard, making her neck snap back. "I said are you ready!"
