Pain

The dark night was witnessing one of the most horrendous events, ever being commited. The witches sat at the seats, enjoying the show while two bodies were handing against a wooden post in the forest . Wolfsbane coated chains tying them.

The people stood around, making a circle. To have their souls tremble seeing the atrocities getting commited.

Their eyes fixed on the girl who stood in the centre with a whip in her hand. The so called queen or rather the girl they thought was the healer, was actually the demon.

With eyes pitch black and aura deadly, she was acting just as a puppet.

Waiting for the orders.

Her pitch black eyes void of any emotion. Staring at a begging Ivy, she stares blankly.

" Don't do this please...let my brother and Ryan go please! Don't do this!"

Ivy begs the witches, who just enjoy her pains. Finding humour in this . Turning to Mia, Ivy tries to bring her back to no avail.

" Wake up from the spell Mia... please!"

There was no sign of the girl Mia in those black