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John touched her arm.

“I can go back and get her some food from that room we were in.”

Aiobeheann begged.

“Oh, please. I’m so hungry. He doesn’t feed me. He tortures me. Death isn’t kind.”

Barb decided.

“Go, John. Get her some food. We’ll talk to Jacques later about this. Technically, he’s our son-in-law. He can’t go torturing witches. That seems wrong.”

The man headed off.

“I’m so cold,” Aiobeheann whispered.

Barb took off her cardigan and tossed it to the shackled woman.

“You can have this.”

“You’re so kind,” she said, taking the sweater and placing it on her shoulders to warm up.

“What else can I do for you?” Barb asked.

Aiobeheann wiped her tears.

“Can you hold my hand? I’m so scared. I’m alone and it’s horrible here.”

Barb didn’t see what it would hurt. The second she touched the woman, Aiobeheann smiled.

In that moment, Barb couldn’t move or think.

“Very good, kind lady. How about you set me free? Say these words.”

Barb had no choice but to listen.

As she did what she said, Aiobeheann watched the shackles around her ankles drop to the floor.

“Thank you for setting me free.”

And just like that, she disappeared.

When she was gone, Barb looked around, confused as to what had happened. The woman was gone, and all that was left was her sweater and some chains on the floor.

When her husband returned with some food, he saw that the woman was missing.

“Oh, no. What did you do?”

His wife shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

John knew one thing.

They screwed up by opening that door.

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