I always used my real name, as it sounded better, and wanted to hear him tell me he was going to fuck all my holes.We all knew who he was, an old farm...r who lived way out in the countryside, our small village, along with about six others, shared the same school, and all the girls were tall, blond and horny for men.'Hello', he said, 'who is this'?'Mariel', I whispered quietly into the mouthpiece.'Mariel', he repeated, my heart pounded, and my free hand went down the front of my knickers at the. The others followed my example. As we moved our chairs into the circle of stone, I was wishing that I had a recorder of some sort, or at least a pen and paper, but instead I was going to have to listen hard and remember harder. The wide doorway and the two low windows alongside the opening allowed us to see and hear very clearly. Between the light of the fire before us and the glow of the full moon above us, it was almost bright within the walls.Paula returned and stood beside the fire. . I don?t want to think of it. I knew what will happen to me. There is only one punishment for witches - Death by fire. I remember the witch burnings I have witnessed. As a good citizen I?ve been always there, to see justice done, screamed at the woman as they were dragged to the stake, cheered as the fire was ignited, felt satisfaction when the flames consumed them. They should have no mercy, no compassion. They deserve to burn. They deserve to suffer. They deserve to die. They should burn in. "Well let me assure you, after I get done with you, you will probably be the best intelligence asset in the land," Lord Benaldin said, beaming."But the army..." Dev started, but was interrupted."Devlin! While I applaud your single-mindedness, you did ask me for my help. That help comes with a price. You can remain in the army if you like, but you will be detached to me for the duration of your enlistment. I will even make you a captain. How about that?" Lord Benaldin asked.Dev felt insulted,.