ISSABELLE'S POV
I hang limply from the ropes, my battered body swaying with each blow. More objects rain down upon me and every fiber of my being screams for mercy, for respite from the unrelenting assault.The objects that strike me feel like shards of glass, tearing through my flesh, each impact driving me closer to the edge of death.
"Die you witch!" The crowd's deafening cheers blend into a nightmarish symphony of s******c delight.
As I dangle there, my strength waning, I cast a desperate glance at the crowd. Their faces contorted with malice, their eyes gleaming with s******c pleasure, they revel in my suffering. Their relentless chant of "Die, you witch!" echoes through the air, a cruel mantra that reverberates in my ears, intensifying my dread.
My legs give out beneath me, my str
