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The local witchhunter and his men came for the village wise woman and her apprentice Lilia while they were picking flowers one spring day. As someone whose best years were behind her, the wise woman made little effort to resist arrest, though young Lilia was far more frantic. She kicked, screamed, and tried to pull herself free from the men’s rough grasps, which led to her being struck hard enough across the face that it left a bruise.
Following this, the ill-fated women were imprisoned in separate cells, but not before a sobbing Lilia was given some last words of reassurance from her elder.
“A downpour of rain will extinguish the flames, then the sun will smile down on you.”
Lilia fought back her tears and straightened her back before nodding. With newfound courage, she endured the torment of being chained in her cell while guards leered at her naked body and even groped her as a means of satisfying their lust.
A few days later, Lilia’s torture came to an end, and she was dragged outside to be tied at her soon-to-be pyre. One guard on duty made sure her ropes were tight and indulged himself a final time by running his hands over her tender breasts and nipples, while another gently kneaded her taut buttocks.
Overcome by unwelcome arousal, Lilia sighed when the guards eventually grew tired of her and set down the flaming torch to ignite her pyre. She stared up at the clear sky and waited for a sign of the rain that the wise woman had promised.
Not a single grey cloud formed to Lilia’s growing fear, and she wondered if the wise woman had somehow been wrong. She couldn’t imagine her mentor making such a dire mistake, so she tried to convince herself that this was a test of her faith and endurance. Perhaps, she just needed to submit to her apparent fate, and good fortune would come her way.
The flames reached Lilia’s soles and she closed her eyes while taking deep breaths to fight the pain. Heat and smoke rose around her as the flames continued their relentless climb, devouring her feet, ankles, and legs until Lilia could remain stoic no longer. She screamed and fought against her restraints, bucking her blazing legs and hips until they were nothing more than scorched bones.
With a weak gasp, Lilia slumped back against the stake and surrendered. The flames seared and sliced through her belly to claim her vital organs before feasting on her heaving breasts. Her pale and sensitive nipples protruded in a most inviting manner, and the flames obliged by licking at them voraciously, sucking away all moisture and reducing them to charred little stumps.
Shortly afterwards, Lilia’s legs separated from the rest of her body and crumpled into the heart of the pyre. A streak of lightning shot through the sky, which caught the spectating guards by surprise. They raised their heads to see dusky clouds gathering overhead and couldn’t decide whether to oversee Lilia’s burning to the very end or find shelter.
They reached a consensus when a torrent of rain came crashing down without warning. The flames that until now had been devouring Lilia’s body were doused in a burst of vapor, and the dying young woman’s last sensation was that of cool water dripping down her face and what little remained of her breasts.
Thank you, Lilia thought with a labored smile before closing her eyes and falling into a slumber from which she would never wake.
Following this, the ill-fated women were imprisoned in separate cells, but not before a sobbing Lilia was given some last words of reassurance from her elder.
“A downpour of rain will extinguish the flames, then the sun will smile down on you.”
Lilia fought back her tears and straightened her back before nodding. With newfound courage, she endured the torment of being chained in her cell while guards leered at her naked body and even groped her as a means of satisfying their lust.
A few days later, Lilia’s torture came to an end, and she was dragged outside to be tied at her soon-to-be pyre. One guard on duty made sure her ropes were tight and indulged himself a final time by running his hands over her tender breasts and nipples, while another gently kneaded her taut buttocks.
Overcome by unwelcome arousal, Lilia sighed when the guards eventually grew tired of her and set down the flaming torch to ignite her pyre. She stared up at the clear sky and waited for a sign of the rain that the wise woman had promised.
Not a single grey cloud formed to Lilia’s growing fear, and she wondered if the wise woman had somehow been wrong. She couldn’t imagine her mentor making such a dire mistake, so she tried to convince herself that this was a test of her faith and endurance. Perhaps, she just needed to submit to her apparent fate, and good fortune would come her way.
The flames reached Lilia’s soles and she closed her eyes while taking deep breaths to fight the pain. Heat and smoke rose around her as the flames continued their relentless climb, devouring her feet, ankles, and legs until Lilia could remain stoic no longer. She screamed and fought against her restraints, bucking her blazing legs and hips until they were nothing more than scorched bones.
With a weak gasp, Lilia slumped back against the stake and surrendered. The flames seared and sliced through her belly to claim her vital organs before feasting on her heaving breasts. Her pale and sensitive nipples protruded in a most inviting manner, and the flames obliged by licking at them voraciously, sucking away all moisture and reducing them to charred little stumps.
Shortly afterwards, Lilia’s legs separated from the rest of her body and crumpled into the heart of the pyre. A streak of lightning shot through the sky, which caught the spectating guards by surprise. They raised their heads to see dusky clouds gathering overhead and couldn’t decide whether to oversee Lilia’s burning to the very end or find shelter.
They reached a consensus when a torrent of rain came crashing down without warning. The flames that until now had been devouring Lilia’s body were doused in a burst of vapor, and the dying young woman’s last sensation was that of cool water dripping down her face and what little remained of her breasts.
Thank you, Lilia thought with a labored smile before closing her eyes and falling into a slumber from which she would never wake.
Contrast to my stories, the miracle in this story occurred just before Lilia was dead. This looks good.
Woops. Now I am reminded of your title, "False Hope." My previous comment is totally abnormal. Sorry.
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