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Here I will tell you the story of the insane witch torment of young, beautiful 23 year old Grace in the medieval Times. We will see this whore's martyrium from her arrest in the dungeon until her execution on the stack. And you can be a part of that! Tell me your ideas, wishes or whatever in the comments and If I like it, it will happen to her. Of course I still have own ideas, that will take place. And now, let's get started with the story of that poor witch!
The witch torture of Grace - Chapter 1
Northridge was a big city with lots of inhabitants. Since it was the biggest city in a huge area, there was a district administration, which took care of all matters of the smaller citys and villages around, which also included security. Therefore, it was no wonder, that in the west of the town was a huge prison for all kind of criminals from all the district and Northridge itself. Though... not all criminals. There was another prison building, but that one was not located in Northridge. In fact, nobody exactly knew, where it was, but everybody knew about it and especially the district's women were scared of it. This building hosted the female prisoners, who were accused of witchcraft. And even if nobody knew, what happened to the women in there, everybody knew, how they ended. Witch burnings were hold openly as public event in Northridge, since years. 20 years ago, they were seldom and it was a huge event, but the situation had changed. A few years ago, the responsible Inquisitor retired and a new one, named Lucius Fermigo took the posiotion and under the latter, witch huntings became a very crucial topic. Suddenly, burnings were hold every sunday and sometimes several women were burned at once. Everyday, women in Northridge and it's district disappeared and turned up again on the stack weeks later. The shocking part was the state they were in. The most women were healthy, young and beautiful at their disappearance. At their execution they looked mutilated, dirty and mindbroken. Rumours were told about what would happen to a witch in the dark dungeons of the unknown fortress, one darker then the next. Every women was scared to find out herself, because nobody could feel safe anymore. Three years ago, it took Amanda Decia, which was a truthful servant of God, faithful christ and always at church. Some Said, that Fermigo was just a naughty sadist, enjoying the torment of beautiful women. Some tried to escape from Northridge out of fear, but if they got caught, they ended in a cell of the witch prison immediatly. Who would run for it, if they wouldn't have something to hide, the servants of the Inquisition said. It seemed hopeless. All the girls knew, they could be the next one to disappear, nobody could feel safe.
The prison was in fact located in a vast wood, close to Northridge. Hidden in the trees, it was a giant fortress with thick, dark walls, barred windows and lots of deadly guards. If any of the witches should manage to escape the walls and survive the guards, she would get lost in the thick forest and would starve or freeze to death if it was winter season. Further, the guards knew the forest exactly and would be able to find an escaped one very fast. The danger of imprisoned witches getting free was the official reason, why they always had to be chained, barefeet and only allowed to wear a few rags, if even that, so they wouldn't get very far. The true reason was, that Fermigo and his servants were indeed brutally sadistic and enjoyed the sufferings from their helpless victims. A girl, which landed in a cell there had no chance of mercy or pity. From the moment in, in that they got imprisoned, their life was doomed to be hell on earth, until it would end very soon. One of the unlucky women behind the dark walls was Grace.
The red haired thin daughter of a farmer sat alone in the blackness of her filthy dungeon. She covered her arms around her naked body as good as the chains that shackled her wrists and ankles to the stone wall allowed. There was no window in the dungeon, but it was horribly cold. The girl started to shiver, making the chains rattle. How could that happen? She was still so young, only 23 years old and had dreams and hopes. And now she was here. And of course, Grace knew, as any other woman, what that meant. She laid her head onto her legs and started to sob. She would die. She would be tortured and burned and couldn't help it. What a horrible and depressing thought.
A female voice started to scream horribly from anywhere below, but that didn't impress Grace anymore. She had lost the feeling of time, since she didn't saw sun in a long time, but she must be here since days and the screaming was there all the time. She wondered, what made those poor girls scream. Then Grace remembered, that she would find it out soon.
Since she was a little girl, it was kind of a tradition on Sundays to travel to Northridge from the small village she lived and watch the witch burnings. It was something, that all the people looked forward to over all the week, it was the highlight of it to watch the witches being executed. But two years ago, her best friend Hannah was burned with only 21 years and that shocked Grace deeply. All the years, she did not think about the victims screaming in their final moments up there, it was normal. But at that moment, Grace thought, that the witch trials were maybe closer to her, then she had imagined. Hannah was always kind, loyal and good, there was no way she was a witch. Since that day, Grace lived in real fear. Now, two years later, she sat here, in this cell, cold, hungry and scared, knowing, that she never conjured any spell and was innocent, but also, that there was no hope left. She would follow Hannah. She wasn't just a watcher of executions anymore. She was the attraction herself now. She was one of the poor girls behind the thick walls. She was a witch. She would be tortured. She would die. Going nearly insane of desperation, Grace sobbed harder then ever before.
Another scream, full of pain from the torture chambers below her cell answered her.
The witch torture of Grace - Chapter 1
Northridge was a big city with lots of inhabitants. Since it was the biggest city in a huge area, there was a district administration, which took care of all matters of the smaller citys and villages around, which also included security. Therefore, it was no wonder, that in the west of the town was a huge prison for all kind of criminals from all the district and Northridge itself. Though... not all criminals. There was another prison building, but that one was not located in Northridge. In fact, nobody exactly knew, where it was, but everybody knew about it and especially the district's women were scared of it. This building hosted the female prisoners, who were accused of witchcraft. And even if nobody knew, what happened to the women in there, everybody knew, how they ended. Witch burnings were hold openly as public event in Northridge, since years. 20 years ago, they were seldom and it was a huge event, but the situation had changed. A few years ago, the responsible Inquisitor retired and a new one, named Lucius Fermigo took the posiotion and under the latter, witch huntings became a very crucial topic. Suddenly, burnings were hold every sunday and sometimes several women were burned at once. Everyday, women in Northridge and it's district disappeared and turned up again on the stack weeks later. The shocking part was the state they were in. The most women were healthy, young and beautiful at their disappearance. At their execution they looked mutilated, dirty and mindbroken. Rumours were told about what would happen to a witch in the dark dungeons of the unknown fortress, one darker then the next. Every women was scared to find out herself, because nobody could feel safe anymore. Three years ago, it took Amanda Decia, which was a truthful servant of God, faithful christ and always at church. Some Said, that Fermigo was just a naughty sadist, enjoying the torment of beautiful women. Some tried to escape from Northridge out of fear, but if they got caught, they ended in a cell of the witch prison immediatly. Who would run for it, if they wouldn't have something to hide, the servants of the Inquisition said. It seemed hopeless. All the girls knew, they could be the next one to disappear, nobody could feel safe.
The prison was in fact located in a vast wood, close to Northridge. Hidden in the trees, it was a giant fortress with thick, dark walls, barred windows and lots of deadly guards. If any of the witches should manage to escape the walls and survive the guards, she would get lost in the thick forest and would starve or freeze to death if it was winter season. Further, the guards knew the forest exactly and would be able to find an escaped one very fast. The danger of imprisoned witches getting free was the official reason, why they always had to be chained, barefeet and only allowed to wear a few rags, if even that, so they wouldn't get very far. The true reason was, that Fermigo and his servants were indeed brutally sadistic and enjoyed the sufferings from their helpless victims. A girl, which landed in a cell there had no chance of mercy or pity. From the moment in, in that they got imprisoned, their life was doomed to be hell on earth, until it would end very soon. One of the unlucky women behind the dark walls was Grace.
The red haired thin daughter of a farmer sat alone in the blackness of her filthy dungeon. She covered her arms around her naked body as good as the chains that shackled her wrists and ankles to the stone wall allowed. There was no window in the dungeon, but it was horribly cold. The girl started to shiver, making the chains rattle. How could that happen? She was still so young, only 23 years old and had dreams and hopes. And now she was here. And of course, Grace knew, as any other woman, what that meant. She laid her head onto her legs and started to sob. She would die. She would be tortured and burned and couldn't help it. What a horrible and depressing thought.
A female voice started to scream horribly from anywhere below, but that didn't impress Grace anymore. She had lost the feeling of time, since she didn't saw sun in a long time, but she must be here since days and the screaming was there all the time. She wondered, what made those poor girls scream. Then Grace remembered, that she would find it out soon.
Since she was a little girl, it was kind of a tradition on Sundays to travel to Northridge from the small village she lived and watch the witch burnings. It was something, that all the people looked forward to over all the week, it was the highlight of it to watch the witches being executed. But two years ago, her best friend Hannah was burned with only 21 years and that shocked Grace deeply. All the years, she did not think about the victims screaming in their final moments up there, it was normal. But at that moment, Grace thought, that the witch trials were maybe closer to her, then she had imagined. Hannah was always kind, loyal and good, there was no way she was a witch. Since that day, Grace lived in real fear. Now, two years later, she sat here, in this cell, cold, hungry and scared, knowing, that she never conjured any spell and was innocent, but also, that there was no hope left. She would follow Hannah. She wasn't just a watcher of executions anymore. She was the attraction herself now. She was one of the poor girls behind the thick walls. She was a witch. She would be tortured. She would die. Going nearly insane of desperation, Grace sobbed harder then ever before.
Another scream, full of pain from the torture chambers below her cell answered her.
