I’m a witch– not a wizard, mind you. I’m not a witch by choice, but by force (although I chose to be called a witchcake maker). I have already started to contradict myself; what else do you expect of a woman believed to be a witch and already just a few steps away from the gallows?
I have chosen to confess and be guilty about things I have no hope of doing. That way I can stop being one of my Sarah-victims. I have knowledge of criminal deeds and can stop that practice– what more does a deaf, blind christ demand?
Things Adil Writes 