I'm not sure this is the right place for that, but I have something told.
I had a dream (or rather a nightmare) last night and it inspired me with an unexplained fantasy.
I work for the inquisition, at the court. It is I who am responsible for condemning witches. pitiless and merciless, I systematically condemn to death the beautiful young women who appear before me. until the day when a young red-haired girl with perfect curves is brought in heavily chained, completely naked and tightly gagged by a dozen guards. “She poisoned several girls in town, and we found her stirring a cauldron!” the girl is thrown at my feet. I am surprised to see this beauty in such heavy restrictions, it is not usual. she raises her head, through her red locks, she gives me a look that makes my blood run cold. her eyes flash. her handcuffs are chained to the ground to prevent her from moving.
Terrified by this evil look, I take a few seconds to regain my composure. "Well, based on the evidence given, this prisoner appears to be guilty of the crimes of which she is accused, therefore I sentence her to burn alive at the stake." unlike the usual convicts, she does not struggle, does not scream, does not cry or beg. just this black look, powerfully terrifying. Then she looks exactly in my eyes and something strange happens. I get up from my chair and go down from the stage to head straight towards the beautiful but terrifying captive. I am irremediably attracted to her. I walk up to her, place my hand on her cheek, cold as ice, and place my hand on her gag. the soldiers realize that I intend to remove the gag and rush towards me, panicked. but it's too late, the fabric is already out of her mouth.
ზბფვზუკდფვზებაოსკდვჰზის
then it's total darkness. When I come to my senses my head hurts. I try to bring my hands to my eyes but I can't, they are blocked. I open my eyelids little by little. then the utter horror hits me. I am in a deserted field, tied to a wooden cross, with bundles of straw. I try to call for help but a huge gag is screwed between my lips. no one can help me, I'm totally helpless. what is happening to me? after about an hour of waiting attached to the pole, I see movement. It's the red-haired girl from earlier. this time, she is dressed in a beautiful low-cut black dress and she wears a big hat, but that's not what catches my attention. no, what matters to me, and terrifies me, is rather the flaming torch that she holds in her hand... she approaches little by little and each of her steps intensifies my desperate struggle to escape from my bonds . Arriving in front of the makeshift pyre, she looks up at me, an unhealthy smile on her face. “it is great as long as you pay for your cruelty, murderer.” she announces coldly. with tears in my eyes, I try to obtain his pity through my gag "plgg a beh ya plgg dan do za am fo fory" but there is no pity for me, as I had none with all these girls. she cruelly drops the flames at my feet, then turns around and leaves, peaceful and satisfied while my muffled screams rise in the deserted field.
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