People often think that my trial was a fair and just affair, but the truth is far more twisted. The judges, those self-righteous men of the Church, they wanted to break me, to shatter my spirit and crush my will. They thought that by putting me on trial, they could prove my ‘demonic possession’ and use me as a scapegoat for their own failures. But little did they know, I had a few tricks up my sleeve, and a will of steel that they couldn’t break.
I remember the looks on their faces when I defied them, when I stood up to their accusations and their insults. They thought I was just a simple girl, a foolish child, but I knew the truth. I knew that I was a force to be reckoned with, and that I would not be silenced. I recall the times I’d look at them, with my eyes locked on theirs, daring them to take a step closer, to try and touch me. They knew I was not to be trifled with, not even in the midst of my trial.
But the darkest part of it all, the part that no one wants to talk about, is the seduction. Oh, the seduction. It’s a sin, they’d say, a mortal sin, to even think about it. But I was a young woman, a maiden, and the men of the Church, they were not above taking advantage of that. They’d whisper sweet nothings in my ear, trying to break me, to corrupt me. But I was not so easily swayed. I’d laugh in their faces, and they’d recoil, shocked by my boldness. Little did they know, I was already a woman, in every sense of the word.
>Soulkyn