TITLE: The Curse
GENRE: Adult Paranormal Fiction
I was born into this life a witch – naked and pink as nature intended. And it was because of my birthright I was taken out of this world, naked just the same. Less pink. Less pure.
Hartford, Connecticut. 1652.
Unclothed, not a thread of dignity left, I sat, hunched and mortified. All eyesburned into my back, as the boat, a shallop large enough to support myself an seven others, rocked and billowed with the wind. Storm clouds tumbling over head, a chill in the air, I looked down at my body. My skin was gray and brown with filth, sickly and goose-fleshed, bruised and cut. My hair too was in a miserable state: matted and dangling, the red mesh of curls concealing my bare breasts.
Hands and ankles trussed with rope, I received a taste of what was to come. Beneath my bare feet washed the river water. The cold of it trickled from my toes up my spine, leaving me with a grievous shiver.
Swooped up, I was no longer sitting.
By the undersides of my arms and with gloved hands two men hoisted me. From my seat I was placed on the splintered edge of the shallop, sharp wooden picks poking at my backside, sticking me in my most sensitive of skin, purging a yelp out my mouth.
In an instant I was face to face with my accusers: former friends,the minister, fellow townspeople.
Familiar eyes upon me, more gloved hands approached, holding tight to their ends of a thickly twined rope.