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The wrists of the woman were tied behind the stake. Her arms were covered with cuts and bruises. A heavy iron chain held her body firmly to the pole. She squirmed in the bindings, tried deperatly to break free. The rope was tight, it scrubs over her skin with every movement. She was terrible afraid to be burned to death. Her hands were trembeling, as she move the wrists in an attempt to escape. The skin becames raw, starting to bleed, still she did not stop her futile attempts. It was all she could do.
The fingers of the woman formed to fists and open again. The fear to be burned alive. The fear to die slowly. The fear from the horrible pain. The fear she felt at that moment was the worst fear she experience in all her life. It filled all her thinking. She prayed silently, not to save her life, but make it end quickly, not to let suffer. Her trembeling stopped, the movements of her hands ceased as the executioner approached and put the torch to the wood. For some moments it seemed she submitted to her fate. Then came the pain.
Her fingers suddenly opened, spread into different directions. Her body became tense, jerked as much as the restrains allowed her to. The woman gave away a long soul piercing scream as she started to burn. Her fingers cramped, clenched into a tight fist, the fingernails digged deeply into her palms. Blood started to run between her fingers, small drops fell down, sizzeling into the blazing flames below her.
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