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Kaya’s POV.

“Here’s your food, Rag.” The man in front of me speaks in a tight voice.

It is no hindrance that he doesn’t want me to be fed. He would enjoy it as I rot away in that one position that they’ve had me in for about a day now.

I scramble on the ground as soon as the plate rattles onto the floor, licking clean the meat soup with a spoonful of rice from the rest of the plate.

I did see the man spitting into it before he handed it over to me, and he didn’t even exactly hand it over but threw it to the ground.

“She eats like a pig. I don’t get why we are asked to release her. She’s a witch. She hasn’t even suffered enough.” This man, speaking, would kill me without even blinking an eye, and I am certain he would believe that he had done the right thing just because I am a witch.

Honestly, I have stopped trying to fantasize about why they ostracize me so much when I have never hurt a person in my life before. Is it from fear?

Or is it because of fear? Do they think that I am au