She began digging at midnight. The task was strenuous, but she continued as if her life depended on it: burying the small woven hex bag she’d filled with small bones of a chicken, the claws of a cat and hawthorn berries with the rich soil she’d laboriously dug up with filthy hands. No one would look for it here. Under the veil of the night sky she crept away and waited. She didn’t have to wait long at all, the screams filled the night and her job was complete. Strong hands wound around her arms as she was dragged through dimly lit hallways. The smell reminded her of a swamp. She was thrown down to the marble floor, her knees stung. A figure emerged from the shadows in front of her, long robes flowing around him. “You have been slipping Alice. I don’t know why I decided to keep you,” He barked, his raspy voice felt rough against her skin. “I’m apologise, Master. It will not happen again.” “Ensure it doesn’t.” He turned and left as swiftly as he arrived. Her heels clicked against the polished marble hallway as she paced back and forth. “What am I going to …show more content…
The sound of bullets whirling through the air and colliding with vases, shattering them into thousands of pieces startled Alice into consciousness. She threw herself to the ground and crawled towards the open door: movements sluggish due to her drowsy state. Closing the door carefully so as not to let it creak, she pulled herself to her feet as quietly as possible, listening warily for the intruders. She heard things crashing on the hardwood floor and reached for the draw, that stood precariously in the back corner of the room. Opening it revealed her collection of various bottled herbs, bones and small coloured bags. She quickly grabbed a handful of duck bones and chamomile leaves, all the necessary items that she would need to be rid of these