"Why? Why would some one do that?" A shriek from her throat. After hours of screaming thats all she could say. The only thing now was those few words from a huddled broken body on the floor, long white hair covering an oval face. Sobs and shrieks from her beaten and battered mind. Large black bruises covered her arms and neck her pale white skin shining in the moonlight. Her breath hung in the icy air.
Lighting blue eyes peered through the wispy strands. A raw fear permeated the air as her eyes flicked back and fourth staring at you.
"Why did you hurt me?" She shrieks at you yet again but a cold indifference fills your black soul. You can't help but feel sick at the site of this bloodied and beaten whore before you. Spitting on her your balled fist slams into her face again.
"WHY?!?!" She screams through bloody tears running from her eyes and nose. A sick twisted grin crosses your face. Licking your lips in anticipation of what's to come, the sweet relief of it. Taking a step forward, your foot breaks a branch laying on the pine needle covered ground.
She screams it at you again. Without hesitation you kick her in her ugly broken toothed mouth. She fell back her head hitting the tree behind her. She lay there coughing chest heavy and spasming from pain. She asks you the question again.
You finally decide to answer.
"Why? WHY?" A broken crackled laugh breaks from your crusted lips. "Cause your a witch! You have preformed black magic you evil she devil! You brought my family out of being Christians!" she screams as you began to slam your already bloodied fists into her cracking skull. The red poured fourth down her beautiful face.
You stand over her mutilated body and smile.
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