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Gowan Peters looked down from the height of his white steed, Purity, at the gaggle of unkempt, ragged villagers who had gathered to witness his arrival. He was feared throughout this part of the country, feared for his relentless pursuit, prosecution and inevitable burning at the stake of women, young and old, that he accused of witchcraft on the flimsiest of evidence. Sometimes it was on the evidence of someone with a grievance against the accused others he chose himself as he had the authority to get a confession any way he could, this was one reason why most of his victims had been young and pretty. He could use them any way he wished and quite often the women would offer themselves to him if he would let them go free. Many a time he had laid with them only to watch them burn the next day.
He was an imposing figure, dressed in black which matched his heart, He surveyed the crowd, his piercing eyes searching out the young women, he had no one accused here in this small village but if he could find one woman among them that would give him some sport then they would be the one he chose. His eyes alighted on a petite figure standing in the shadow of a doorway, she was looking at him then looked quickly away. He pointed his riding crop at her and spoke quietly,
"Come here my dear out into the open where I can see you, tell me your name."
Gowan Peters looked down from the height of his white steed, Purity, at the gaggle of unkempt, ragged villagers who had gathered to witness his arrival. He was feared throughout this part of the country, feared for his relentless pursuit, prosecution and inevitable burning at the stake of women, young and old, that he accused of witchcraft on the flimsiest of evidence. Sometimes it was on the evidence of someone with a grievance against the accused others he chose himself as he had the authority to get a confession any way he could, this was one reason why most of his victims had been young and pretty. He could use them any way he wished and quite often the women would offer themselves to him if he would let them go free. Many a time he had laid with them only to watch them burn the next day.
He was an imposing figure, dressed in black which matched his heart, He surveyed the crowd, his piercing eyes searching out the young women, he had no one accused here in this small village but if he could find one woman among them that would give him some sport then they would be the one he chose. His eyes alighted on a petite figure standing in the shadow of a doorway, she was looking at him then looked quickly away. He pointed his riding crop at her and spoke quietly,
"Come here my dear out into the open where I can see you, tell me your name."
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