A violent scream tore through my lungs. I no longer recognized my own voice. Pure hatred filled my heart. What had I done to deserve this ordeal? I've never hurt anyone! Never!
Yes, they called me a witch. Many people feared me. I lived alone in the woods, away from people. But sometimes, those women came, asking for my help. And I helped them, with my herbs and my potions. I gave them what little freedom they asked for their body. I rid them of the unwanted burden they bore. I'd done nothing wrong!
For that, they hunt me down. The crusaders, they hanged me like an animal, with a hook at my throat. The excruciating pain blinded me, as with my rage and my hatred. And that wasn't enough, with my last breath, they threw me into the boiling oil and they mutilated my body. How I wanted to kill them all!
Those men, they thought they could hide behind their armor. But I recognized their black soul. I swore I'll kill them. I will kill them, again and again. I will look for each and every one of them, no matter where they are.
Yes, I will kill...
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