"What have I done? What have I done?" Ebony whispered as she wept.

I'm so sorry!

She turned to the crowd, whom all were slowly closing in on her.

The preacher sneered.

Ebony cried. "I never wanted this to happen!" The preacher held a knife up to her throat. She gulped, but accepted their anger with her.

Believe me, I'm angry with myself too!

"I understand what you need to do, I accept the punishment. If you want to kill me, do it!"

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When she woke up, Ebony was standing on a platform, facing the crowd. She felt her hands were tied. When she looked behind her, there stood a wooden post.

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She heard the people say, "Burn the witch!"

As nervous and scared she felt, she knew the price.

The preacher announced to the group of what she was accused of. After his speech, she heard them all day again, "Burn the witch!"

She lifted her head up to the sky.

"Please forgive me." She cried, now feeling the fire as it was getting thrown at her in all directions. The pain was unbearable. She couldn't tell what was scarier, the flames that tortured her, or the sound of her cries. Slowly, the crowd left her to cook. She could smell her flesh melting off.

How long will it take until I'm dead? She wondered. She continued her screams. The pain was so strong, she could no longer process it. Soon, the fires left her for dead, but what she really dead?

After a while of agony, she felt that the rope that tied her was no longer there, no boards, no platform, no pose. It was only the dirt.

Her body felt numb. She struggled to stand up. "Why am I not DEAD?" She whispered. She screamed again over the pain. She looked down at herself.

Her skin has completely fallen off, but her black Victorian dress was still in tact, even her shoes. She still wore her headdress of ram horns, her hair and her eyes were there. She looked down and saw that her hands were all bone.