Jane's POV
The raging crowd carried us through the streets.
"Jane!" Alec bellowed as we began to drift apart.
"Alec!" I cried as loud as I could, outstretching my arm to try and reach Alec's hand.
They pressed me up against a wooden post with immense force, my feet now dangling beneath me as rope constricted around my chest, my breaths becoming shorter.
I looked around. Where was he? Tears began rolling down my cheek as I realized he was gone.
"Please!" I pleaded with the mob, begging for their mercy.
"Witch!" One screamed in response, the crowd now began to chant. The word terrified me.
I felt something grab my hand, my heart began to race in fear. I tried to turn, but it was no use. I could see Alec's hand out of the corner of my eye. I squeezed it in relief.
"Alec!" I tried to scream with the air left in my lungs.
I looked out into the crowd to see an orange flame hanging above the mob being passed slowly towards me.
I started to flail my feet as if I could possibly loosen the rope that bound me to this deathtrap. Tears began to pour from my eyes as I cried uncontrollably.
The flame had disappeared in the blink of an eye. I felt delirious.
The pressure from Alec's hand stopped. I briefly let go, his hand dropped. I let out a scream of terror. What had happened, I couldn't see him, making it more intense for me.
I looked down to see an orange see rising, eating the brush that lay beneath my kicking feet.
'Jane. Calm down & breathe. Everything will be ok.' I tried to calm myself. Weakening myself would not solve anything.
I could feel the heat of the flame drawing nearer.
The crowd began to scream, people began to run. I couldn't see anything. As the crowd began to separate I could briefly see three bodies lying in the distance.
My breath now was almost gone & the light was slowly slipping. My fight was over as the flames now began to torture my feet.
I let out one last shrill scream in pain letting the air escape.