"Burn the witch! Burn the witch!"

The crowd's chant became a roar, drowning out the crackle of burning wood. The girl's skirt caught fire, making them cheer. Then, their ovation turned to screams of terror. The fire leapt forward like a wave, crashing over them, scorching skin, roasting flesh, melting eyes in their sockets.

The witch kicked away the ashy remnants of her clothes and restraints. She walked naked amongst the chaos, smoldering bodies flailing about, dying screams thick as smoke in the air. She waved her hand and extinguished the flames, then set upon the villagers like a ravenous beast, shredding burnt flesh from bone, plucking hearts from chests. She made sure they were conscious for all of it.