Dreams & Bad Omens

BRIELLE’S POV

~’ That's her, Warren’s scorned daughter.’

‘Smack her!’

‘We'd kill her right now. She's nothing but a scumbag and a witch.’

Brielle raised her hands above her head as the villagers and people around her continued to throw stones at her.

She had no idea why she had come here or what she had done wrong this time.

She couldn't even remember how they had dragged her out of her house and into the open square, where they had pelted her with stones, dirty water, rotten eggs, pellets, and whatever else they could think of.

She couldn't even bring her hands to her nose because she stank so badly.

Her clothes were clinging to her skin, sloppy and wet.

There was nothing she could do about it, and she couldn't cry or scream at them to stop because she would be wasting her time.

"What happened to the cloth?" She heard an all too familiar deep masculine voice ask from afar, and she tried to look up amidst the crowd around her to see if she could catch a glimpse of who this perso