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The fire crept up the pole and around her, licking at her skin with hot fingers. Her back was tied tight to the wooden beam that held her in place, her wrists bound behind her as she stood on the pile of burning wood, her body swaying precariously as she tried not to fall into the flames below.
The townspeople cheered and jeered from their safe distance, some of them taking bets on how long it would take for the fire to consume her completely. Serenity Kink stood tall, despite the flames licking at her skin, her eyes flashing with defiance as she glared out at the crowd. She was a witch, after all, and she knew that they didn't understand the power of magic.
Her clothes were torn and ripped from her body, leaving her exposed to the elements as well as the prying eyes of the crowd. The fire danced around her, casting flickering shadows across her skin as it continued its slow but steady climb up the pole towards her bound form. Serenity gritted her teeth, preparing herself for what was to come. She had been accused of witchcraft, and now she was going to face the consequences. But would she be able to survive this trial by fire? Only time would tell.
