[ WP ] You wake up to find yourself in an unfamiliar , dusky wooden room . As candlelight flickers across the room , you notice that people are dressed strangely . You move forward , a booming voice stops you : `` As chief magistrate of the court of Salem , how do you plead to the charge of Witchcraft ? ''

My hands are tied, she thought. She could tell before even opening her eyes that she was in a damp, dim room. As she stirred, one of the men across from her called across in a deep, quiet voice, “ We know what ya been up't in the wood out east. ” 
 
 No doubt they had, in fact, seen her coming from that way, she thought. She had been out more and more frequently as of late. As for their knowledge of what she was *doing*, she doubted very highly that they had seen anything. Still, this was far more attention than she ever hoped to get. She remained silent. 
 
 “ We know ya been askin' fer the moon to come close when she's full. We know yev gone out dancing with devils, ” said a second man, his voice nearly cracking with the last hissing word. 
 
 These silly men. They always think everything is devils. They ca n't bear to believe that anything beyond the scope of their understanding is something less than the work of Satan himself. But regardless of their ignorance, they've already caused too much trouble. 
 
 The heaviest of the four men stood up now and looked at the girl. He wiped his bald head of sweat and said, in as dark and commanding a voice as he could muster, “ As chief magistrate of the court of Salem, how do you plead to the charge of Witchcraft?'' 
 
 Her eyes opened finally and the men could see that her eyes held almost no color at all. They were almost completely black. “ Guilty, ” snapped the young girl, quickly raising her now unbound hands from behind the chair. She reached out towards the group of men, mouth muttering and fingers tracing wild lines through the air. “ But how exactly, ” she asked, “ do you plan to stop me? ”
