They had chased her down. Hunted her like an animal. And for what? Her beliefs. She had run and run but now she had nothing left and there was nowhere to hide. In an open field they chased her down and roped her arms and legs together, dragging her away.

The time passed too quickly from that moment. Her final hour feeling like only minutes. Trussed up on a stake she cried, unable to escape as they lit the fire. Together the flames climbed higher, licking her feet, eventually engulfing her every fibre as the crowd stood by chanting.

Witch.

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Mrs TeePot also goes by the name Livi and is a tea drinking, chocolate munching, social networking writer. She is the Snapshot Round Up writer for Britmums and also moonlights at www.urbanvox.net adding some extra raunch to their "Fun & Frolics" column.

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