Bite me, Twice
said the Judge firing back and pointing the narrow end of his gavel at her.
"Burn her, burn her, burn her," chanted the crowd. "Strip her naked and burn her."
"If you think that I won't be back and that you can kill me," said Jessalyn with smiling with contempt for him and for his court, "then why even bother burning me?"
She pushed back her long, curly, flaming orangey red hair with a practiced hand. As if her hair predicted her future, her brilliant orange, red hair curled in the way that flames of a fire curled when consuming anything and everything in its path.
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