Cole had already informed the man who was in charge of the little witch's hanging and was a bit sad about the fact that the little girl would be cruelly killed. A less punishment could have been better but the little witch wouldn't give up. Would never give up killing the rest of the slaves and servants while she still told lies that she was innocent.
His gaze brushed to the other side of the wall as he thought deeply before staring at the little girl sleeping on the cold floor. Her long hair was coiled around her body and there was a stinky smell emitting from her. She refused to take a bath or a change of clothes as she kept questioning the need for it when she would end up dying.
"Why are you staring at me?" He heard the little witch ask, her voice was shaky and tired as she remained in the present position she was.
