The crowd began to come closer, awaiting a show. I had ropes bounding my hands together but my feet were not. I backed away from the crowds in fear but they continued to come closer. I looked over to Theodore for help but he only stared at the box in his hands. "Settle down my loyal guest." Sherlyn demanded. 

She motioned with her hand for someone to step forward. And they did. They held a glass box which held a pair of red shoes. I cowered backward and bumped into 2 guys who held me firmly. "What is that?" I asked before that pinching feeling returned.

"Just the start of the show." Sherlyn

"Lift!" Shouts the fiery haired queen. The two guys held me up as I kicked. Another man comes and restrains my feet together. "STOP!' I shouted. My mind buzzed and I was languished. She slipped on the two red heels and I instantly felt as if I were walking on coal. 

I screamed in agony as my feet turned to crisp. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead and my whole body cried in pain. The heat had bored through me whole and I screamed. 

I screamed for help. 

But help looked away. 

I cried. 

I wailed. I let myself slowly lose control, but not entirely. 

I was on edge as people cheered and laughed. My feet were set on the ground and I was released. Pressure pushed the heat more densely inside and I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and scratching, clawing at the heels. 

"More!" Roared one man. 

"Hilarious!" Screamed a woman. 

"Throw her in the flames!" Suggested another. 

"Make it stop." I barely heard them but that voice was there, chanting. "Make it stop." 

His voice came out in a mumble but it soon became the only thing I heard. Theodore's eyes were shut tightly and his head was turned away, but I knew it was him. 

 "Stop." 

And it did. 

But things were not over, no. There was still something left to be done. A final step. First torture, then screaming, then the torture stops as well as the screaming.

 In fact, the next step was supposedly what you could call the "silent" step. 

The "silent" killing. 

The silent end. 

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Story is coming to an end, but it is supposed to stay short! If you want me to write a super long novella in the same sort of "twisted fairytale" genre, don't hesitate to tell me. 

Love you guys, 

Evie, Out!