"Witch! Witch! Witch!" The large group chanted in front of the young girl, welding pitch forks and torches and acting as if the weapons they held would be her dismise; They weren't, so Nya payed no mind to them. She instead focused her worry to the guillotine in front of her, and the ropes bounding her wrists. The man how was dressed in black and standing behind her pushed the water welder, causing her to fall to her knees. The crowd cheered and chanted louder, some throwing things like tomatoes or rocks at the knelt girl.
"This is what you get you monster!" A voice distinguished from the crowd. Tears rolled down Nya's face as she looked over the familiar faces in front of her; neighbours, peers, even friends and family wanted her dead.
One pair of shouts that sounded the opposite of happy were her brothers, being held back by soldiers as he watched his sister as a man placed her head under the sharp blade.
(Ignore the fact I just skipped a couple days)
