Last Steps Before the Fire

witch1978 asked me to do a sketch from her story. So I drew the part where she's walking to where she will be burned.

Explanation, you may skip this part...--
The reason why I chose this part as opposed to the part where she is actually being burned, well 1. she is facing the spot where she will die, she is seeing people who have known her for some time (if not all of her life) and seeing the anger on their faces while they scream for her to be burned, I would say that's worse than all of the torture she had to endure to this point. It's like there's no turning back now, everyone is ready to see her burn, everyone wants her to burn for a crime she didn't commit. And 2. I suck at drawing fire .

Sorry it took me so long for the sketch, I would have actually colored and made everything look ten times better but of course, I have homework. The drawing wasn't really rushed but if I were to color it, it would be rushed and wouldn't turn out right. Maybe when I have a break I will redo this PC.

I know the anatomy isn't perfect

Character belongs to witch1978 Art belongs to sketch7778

Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe <--- The Story