Shamefully, I found myself, on occasion, making use of the women before despatching them to their fate. The pleasure was short lived, and only served to increase my guilt afterwards.
But my resolve was weak!
For a time, there was a lull in the fresh victims I needed to supply.
Witchcraft came to our village. Or more correctly, the
Witch Finder arrived, with his band of devout followers.
Over the next year or so, several young girls from ours, and the surrounding villages, were put on trial.
Each, with or without proof, were found guilty of consorting with Lucifer, and were subsequently executed.
Those that were burned were of little use to me. But those who met their maker at the end of rope were left available.
My removing them served to enhance the Witch Finder’s resolve, that S
