The Witch's Trial
#9 of Flavor Text
The second version of an amazing new art piece from HaskilAnk: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/haskilank/ . And a short story by me!
Check out version one here!
The cool autumn wind whistled by. The fires of torches crackled and spat. Stones and dirt crunched under heavy boots. Mallory heard it all, pointed ears working hard to make up the slack for her shrouded eyes. Most of all she heard their voices. Their jeers and taunts. Their curses and prayers. All centered around one word.
Witch.
They were right of course. The cat was a practitioner of the unholy arts. She had just never expected them to turn on her like this. Not when she provided herbal tinctures to their sick, helped deliver their children, even warded off a werewolf that was set to attack the village!
Now though they were convinced that she was the cause of those ailments. Without her they wouldn't even need cures or protection. So they were going to be rid of her. Stripped of her wand and spell constituents, then her clothes altogether, there was nothing the small feline could do against the multitude of strong men who had tied her to a farmer's scythe and driven it into the ground, staking her there. Naked and vulnerable.
Their plan had never been fully-baked. Maybe they had thought she would unleash some terrible vengeance upon them before they could get this far. Or that she would fly away on a broomstick, like the witches in the stories. Either way, few of them had considered that they might end up with a naked, bound, and helpless girl in the middle of a circle of strong men who could do whatever they liked to her.
And Mallory could only hope that their thoughts weren't influenced by how her nipples perked up in the fall cold.