Isobel POV
Maeve pulled me with a rope she tied around my hands. The birds chirped as we walked under the lawn of trees. And dried leaves swirled like snow, cascading to my hairs, and down to my breasts.
Maeve had kidnapped many men. Had killed the disobedient ones. And bewitched the ones would fear her. We left them to clean the mess in each room in the old house. That was filled with human skeletons and animals carcasses.
Her servant dug a deep pit amid the trees far from the house. A deep pit to bury those skeletons and carcasses. And when the rotten smell spoiled the air, and make me vomited the rice, she forced me to eat. She looked scared. For she didn’t want me died. Hurrying at me, she said, “I want nothing to happen to you. Let’s go for a walk in the woods.”
She then tied my hands with the long rope she asked her
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