You we’re declared a witch. Which isn’t a lie… but it would be better if you weren’t always chained up between every try to kill you.

Hanging, day and night yet you lived. Burning, the fire went out before you. Beheading, drowning, cutting, etc.

Nothing worked. You had away around it. At this point death was welcoming to you… besides that you’ve gotten to know your executioner. A large cold man who hated you! How fun.