I am woken up quite early the next morning by another loud knocking.

I groan and move to the door sluggishly and open it to see Robert standing there along with the two other men I had met the previous night.

"Hello dear!" he says with a smirk.

"R-Robert... What are you doing here?" I stutter, staring at him with nothing but pure surprise and horror.

"Oh, you didn't hear? You're looking at the new head of council here in Salem! And on behalf of that council, I am here with my two friends beside me to arrest you for witchcraft.”

My eyes widen, and I try to close the door, but his strength outmatched my own. He stopped the door from closing with little to no effort at all.

"Now now my dear, don't fight me. You very well know that you cannot win." He chuckles darkly, and the two men behind him come around and restrain me, holding me firmly by the arms so that I could not move.

"Let me go! I'm not a damn witch!" I scream even though I knew better. I knew that when the council put their mind to something, they always got what they wanted. I've seen it many times in the town square with the constant public hangings, burnings, and stonings. Those women were innocent just as she is and the council knows that. I also know Robert. He is also one to always get what he wants... I mean, I've been almost like his servant ever since I married him five years ago.

"Well, my sweet... Tell that to the judge during your trial... Oh, wait! Haha, that's me!" He grins evilly and turns, heading outside to his horse.

One of the men... Alexander I believe was his name, hit me over the head with a blunt object to keep me from thrashing around so much. My vision blurred and I already felt the steady pounding on the side of my head where he had hit me. I groan in pain and immediately stopped moving just made my head throb even more. They bound my hands tightly together with a piece of rope behind my back and lifted me onto one of the other two horses. I could no longer tell which man had me. My blurry vision made them hard to tell apart.

Time seemed to slow as we galloped through the village to the small jail. Once there, they shoved me into a cell rather roughly and locked the door behind me.

"Nasty Witch..." one muttered and spit at me. I moved to the corner and curled up into the smallest ball I could manage, holding my knees close to my chest. I began to cry softly, and it remained that way until I fell asleep. My trial would most likely be tomorrow at noon.