Wanda
I was back in the forest. I could feel the fog on my skin, even though everything was still a bit blurry. My back was burning from the whipping they had given me there earlier. It was dark except for the bonfire burning a little way away from me. I didn't know what time it was but I must have been here for hours. I tried to move my hands, but they were tied so tightly with rope that I couldn't do anything but hurt myself.
Their laughter and voices reached me. They had been laughing the whole time they were lashing me. My shirt was completely shredded on my back. It was only intact at the front and lay between the tree stump and my upper body. My shorts were also shredded from the force of the lashes. The last bits of fabric barely covered my butt. It was cold around me, I was shive
