Vices
The crowd gathered around, her body tossed onto the wooden platform. A cruel death to rid the country of a beautiful person, painted ugly by words and horrific portrayals. She tried scrambling to her feet, anything to get up and defend herself, even though she was bound by rope. “Kill her!” Someone chanted from the back, earning cheers from the crowd.
“What say you to defend yourself woman?” The man that tossed her down spoke. His face was covered with a hood, a black face for a black soul. “Why shall we spare you?”
“I have done no wrong. It will be a dark day in history if you decide to kill me. Blood will forever be on you and your village, nothing good will come from this. You will all die one day, and when you do, God will judge you for the blood on your hands!” She cried and he laughed as the crowd hushed. He shoved her head on the wooden block, his laughter continuing.
“Wrong answer.” And the blade dropped, effectively silencing her forever.
“What say you to defend yourself woman?” The man that tossed her down spoke. His face was covered with a hood, a black face for a black soul. “Why shall we spare you?”
“I have done no wrong. It will be a dark day in history if you decide to kill me. Blood will forever be on you and your village, nothing good will come from this. You will all die one day, and when you do, God will judge you for the blood on your hands!” She cried and he laughed as the crowd hushed. He shoved her head on the wooden block, his laughter continuing.
“Wrong answer.” And the blade dropped, effectively silencing her forever.