head in the uterus swollen from pregnancy. His weapon was too long to enter there entirely. But the feeling of contact with the womb, in which his child was now, seemed to him too sweet and attractive, so as not to try to do it again. Even when he took the girl from behind, he preferred to lower Will into the vagina. Male seed will soften and prepare the uterus for childbirth. When Sarah was pregnant with their son, they too were often attached to love on the eve of the birth. He remembered with what pleasure he poured the accumulated seed into it.

By the ninth month, the witch's belly was strongly ahead. It was difficult for her to walk, and she always supported her lower back with her hands. The girls' breasts swelled and when Will squeezed them, colostrum was released from the nipples. The girl's body was preparing to produce a child.

On another day, returning from the hunt, Will found the witch sleeping. A member of the treacherous bristled, but for some reason this time he did not want to wake the prisoner. He cut up the boar, washed his hands in the stream and lit a fire. The knife blunted, and the man decided to find another in the bins of the witch. He did not find another knife, but a small book caught his eye. He drew it into the light and opened it in the middle.

“Record 183rd. I tried everything I could. If I had a tongue, I could use the necessary spells, but my dumbness limits the possibilities. The ancient symbols are silent. The children of these unfortunate people die every day. They have already lost three. I know that they will blame me for everything. It is not safe to stay in this place, but I can not leave. Until I manage to find the means of the plague, this cave is my new home. I have to help people, even if they hate me ... ”

In disbelief, Will reread the writing again. Something inside him burst and split into thousands of small fragments. His stomach curled up into a knot, and he could not hold its contents.

Catching his breath, Will flipped through the recordings, reaching the front pages. There is no doubt that this book is a witch's diary.

“Record 1st. My name is Sophia Green. I was born in the small village of Rocksted, near London. I did not know my parents and was raised by my grandmother. The inhabitants of Rockstad knew her under the name All-seeing Mary, and she was a great woman. It was my grandmother who taught me everything I know at the moment. She always told me that all women in our family had a gift and were marked with reddish hair. "People will fear and hate you," — she said. — “Do not blame them for anything. They are weak. They need help. ” All-seeing Mary believed this to the end of her days. Perhaps only because of her I became what I was supposed to be. When people in black clothes, who came from London, burned her at the stake, she did not scream and curse them, but prayed for their souls. ”

With shaky fingers, Will flipped through several pages. Eyes ran in rows.

“Record 38th. I really tried to help them. The warlock lived among them, but they did not notice it. It was he who caught up with them troubles and damage. I tried my best to resist his magic, saved everyone I could. He sensed my presence and left the village, but the anger of the inhabitants turned to me. Their pastor did not even listen to me when I tried to tell him the truth. I saw his eyes when he touched the hot blade of my tongue. There was nothing human in them. No one stood up for me, just like when they burned All-seeing Mary. I lost consciousness from the pain, and woke up in the mud thrown on the side of the tract. People are cruel, but I am grateful at least for the fact that they left me alive. "

The man flipped through the diary again, this time to the very end.

“Record 185th. It's terrible to realize that all your attempts are in vain. I saw their tears, felt their pain from the loss of children, but could not help. In all this, only my fault.Only I had the power to save the unfortunate children, but, apparently, did not put enough effort. I know that now their eyes are directed towards the forest. They are full of anger and thirst for my blood. I do not know how they managed to understand that I am hiding here, but these people have every right to hate me. I stay here, wait for my fate. I have nowhere to go. Hunters in black cloaks scour the roads and look for me. When I get them - they will send me to the fire. I do not know what fate awaits me. I entrust myself to fate. Too much evil in this monstrous and cruel world ... And I am weak before it. "

Will dropped the diary on the ground and grabbed his hair.

“What have I done ?!”

He glanced over to where the bound witch slept, but found that the girl was already awake and was now sitting on the ground, staring at the sad look of his emerald eyes directly at him.

Will rose to his feet and stepped toward her.

What will he say to her now after all that he has done with this poor thing? She tried to save his son and other children in the village, and he repaid her with pain and violence. It was not she who turned Will into a monster. He was a monster from the very beginning.

Approaching, Will fell before the red-haired captive on his knees. Tongue blurred, tears sparkled in his eyes. She looked at him calmly and silently as before.

“Forgive me,” he squeezed, taking her fragile pale brush into his callous palms. - Forgive me if you can.

The one who was called Sophia Green smiled at him with a bright and warm smile. Why is she so good to him? After all he did to her ...

“Why didn't you tell me?” He asked blankly.

The girl opened her mouth and showed him her tongue - mutilated and shortened.

“But you could have pointed me to where your diary is.” I would read and understand everything. I would stop!

She just shook her head sadly.

The girl was right. All this was useless. He came here full of determination and a thirst for revenge. Her attempts to convey to him at least something would be in vain. Sophia sacrificed herself, allowed him to abuse her body and torture her in order to alleviate his own pain. Awareness of this hurt more than a knife.

Will untied the shackles on her arms and legs and pulled her trembling body to himself.

“I could have killed you,” he whispered. - Burn in the fire. I am a monster not worthy of life. If you can, forgive me for everything. I do not know how to redeem myself in front of you.

Her fingers touched his face. The eyes of the man and girl met, and then Sophia took his hand and moved it to her big round belly. There was a baby sitting inside, conceived by him in her womb. The girl pulled Will to her and suddenly dug into his lips with a long, full of tenderness kiss. When they finally disengaged, she looked off to the side in embarrassment.

- Even after everything that happened? He asked her.

She glanced at him again and nodded softly.

“I won't leave you,” Will promised her. - There is no way for us to go back to the village, but we can go to another place and start from the very beginning.

In the eye of Sophia, Will read fear.

“Are those people looking for you?” - he remembered.

The girl nodded.

“I will not give you their offense,” the man firmly declared. “I'll give you for my wife, and no one will know anything.”

He felt her doubts. She was not accustomed to believing strangers. The whole world was evil towards her all her life, but by some miracle Sophia Green retained her humanity. Will also brought her a lot of pain, but now he has to take care of her.

Who, if not him?

— 4 —

“I’ll have to go back alone for a couple of days,” he told her at night. - After you give birth to a child.

Sophia turned a frightened look to him.

- Do not be afraid. - Will licked her red hair. - It's not for long. Will need to sell the old house. And then we'll go east. There is a dilapidated and long abandoned farm of my late grandfather. For the year I will restore it. Farming is in my blood. The lands there are fertile and fertile. I always dreamed of taking Sarah and Caleb there, but I was late. - A man became sad when the memories ... Read more →