"You shall not permit a witch to live." ( Exodus 22.18)
I laid in my cell, bound by chains attached to my wrists and ankles, rats scurrying over my body, biting into my flesh. The air around me was heavy with pain and it sent a chill down my spine...
'Ana Sosara, you have been found guilty of witchcraft, a crime which must be punished with death. On the day of your sixteenth birthday you shall be publicly tortured and put to death in the name of the Lord. May God have mercy on your pitiful soul.'
His words ran over and over in my mind, each time cutting deeper into my heart. Following the new rays of the day, I will tortured in front of the eyes of disbelievers. Nothing could have prepared me for the limitless distortion of my body and immense suffering.
I heard the rustle of the lock and footsteps of a drunken gaurd. Slowly he came into my view. He looked at me for a minute and throwing down a plate of scraps, he leapt down and forced his way onto me. He snarled into my ear how not even the devil could give me as much pleasure as he was going too. The smell of alcohol on his breath was overcoming as he started to rip my dress away. He forced his way into me with such force I couldn't breathe. I tried to get him off me but he just slapped me, pushing further into me, making me bleed. I dug my nails into his back, tearing the flesh open slightly, I hated him so much, he had taken away my last remaining innocence. He stood up, grabbed the plate and brought it down across my cheek. He started to walk out, but he turned and smiled; 'that outta make it easier for your impalement tomorrow.' Turning he laughed and slammed the door behind him. The tears couldn't stop.
The morning light fell upon me. It was suppose to be my birthday, instead it was the beginning of my slow death.
They came to get me in no time, I guess they couldn't wait to rid 'their' world of all the filth. My chains were removed and replaced by harsh ropes which they used to drag me from the prison and onto the stage in which I was to perform upon. So many people had come and as I made my way slowly to the torturing platform they spat on me in disgust, cursing me. I couldn't hear any of them, my body was clenched tightly in the anticipation of what was to come...
