I was fiddling with the cloth that bound my wrists when I heard a scream upstairs. "Mum," I gasp.
Her screams are suddenly silenced with a thump. Heavy footsteps make the ceiling vibrate and I hold my breath, crawling on the ground and taking cover behind a cupboard. They strike open the door to the basement as I bite my lip, silencing my breaths.
"Where is she?!" one of them demands. I figured that the villagers have finally found me, that they're now about to burn me to my death. Goodbye, Mum. I'm so sorry for all I've caused you. It was all I could think of at the moment.
I hear a shuffle from upstairs then my mother pleads to the man. "She's not there, I tell you, she's not!"
"Shut up! Or I'll bash your mouth with this!" My instincts kick in and the next thing I know is I'm screaming for them to get me. "I'm here! Burn me now, if you must. Just please don't hurt my mother!" I was practically begging now, as I know I am the cause of all this. She screams. The man, followed by two or three more, march down my basement. "I'm behind the cupboard!"
I couldn't stand, for father bound my ankles too. Mum showed me compassion, but he didn't. He thought I was what other people thought of me – a witch. I loved him anyways; I owe him for keeping me alive.
The cupboard moves a little bit before crashing into the wall to my right. Due to shock, I pant, my eyes brimming with tears as soon as I see my mother begging to the men. The man in front of me is wearing dark spectacles so I couldn't see his eyes. He smiles mischievously at me.
"You're coming with us," Mother runs towards the officer – perhaps to protect me – but she was stopped by a gunshot, sending her sprawling on the ground. A pool of blood starts to accumulate around her head, making it clear that she won't be begging to the officers. Not now, not ever. I scream.
"No! "I growled at the man, tears flowing from my eyes. "You said you wouldn't hurt her if I came with you!" He hoists me up his shoulder and calmly replies. "I didn't say anything, you did." he laughs a long, victorious laugh before marching up the stairs with his men.
I know it's useless to fight so I don't. I let them take me wherever they want, staring at my mother's body as we go up, and at my father's as we go out the door. His head was smashed in, blood pouring from it. I wail in distress, clearly hopeless.
We were greeted by a rather large vehicle driven by another man similar to the one holding me. He takes off his glasses and smiles. To my surprise, his eyes are a blank, milky white. I cry out, "Where are you taking me? Who are you?"
The officer holding me struts towards the back of the vehicle, where a giant metal box sits. He opens the door of the box and drops me inside. I look up, cringing in pain and I see him grinning.
"Oh, hush now little girlie," he laughs. "We are going to have a lot of fun,"