Witch - Cadı
by May Livere
She ran on, wild-eyed,terrified çok korkmuş. Her breath came in quick, short gasps (i.) solumak.
Witch! Witch! Witch! their angry chants nağme filled the midnight air.
She ran faster, getting her strength from the very essence ruh of the words and the murderous passion behind them. The angry monotony tekdüzelik was broken every once in a while by unsynchronized barking... they had brought their dogs along too, for the round up and final kill.
Her chances were dim azalmış and she knew it. She had witnessed it happen to the others before her; needless to say, none of them had made it. But she ran on anyway,panting (i.) solumak up the steep slope. Wild thorns diken from the thick underbrush grabbed her bare arms and legs,mercilessly acımasızca tearing into her flesh beden. After a while, she got used to the stinging pain and the warmness that oozed sızmak from her wounds and trickled down her skin.
The barks drew closer. The dogs would get her before they did. A jutting çıkıntı tree root tripped çelme takmak her, breaking her momentum hız. She stumbled rastlamak to the ground and rolled down the thorn-infested slope. When she tried to get up, a burning sensation coursed through her left hip, leaving her in excruciating acı vermek pain. Biting back pain and tears, she was reduced to clambering tırmanmak up the slope on all fours,dragging çekmek her injured leg along.
She looked over her shoulder and saw their torches meşale, a dozen fireflies against an inky backdrop, lighting up the darkness, heading towards her. Her hands and knees had lost their feeling to bloodthirsty kana susamış thorns and jagged sivri uç rocks. Equally bloodthirsty dogs became wilder at the smell of her blood on the trail patika and barked louder, instinctively knowing their prey was injured... the hunt avlanmak was drawing to an end.
Witch! Witch! Witch! the crazed sing-song jarred into her consciousness.
She could feel the dogs closing in, their excited breathing, but still she did not stop... she crawled on defiantly. She felt the hot canine köpek breath against her foot and the powerful jaws locking around it with razor-sharp precision ince, tearing into her flesh... that was the first one, the winner. Soon the others were all over her, eager canine breath all over her, each dog anticipating the praise its master would bestow bağışlamak on it. The warm, metallic smell of her own blood filled her nostrils burun deliği, blocking out the earthy scent of the forest all around her.
She knew that by the time they got to her she would be half dead, their dogs having gotten the best out of her. She had seen it all happen before, never imagining it would happen to her. She looked up at the starlit yıldızların aydınlattığı sky and the full moon, it was a beautiful night.
The pain became unreal. They pulled their dogs away from her battered hırpalanmış body. She smiled faintly trying to be relieved and knowing it was futile nafile because what the dogs had began their masters would finish.
She was innocent. She remembered the others before her, they had been true witches, they had deserved to die... or had they?
I'm innocent, she whispered fısıldamak, just like the others before her all had.
They surrounded her body.