I can still see the scars on my wrists and ankles. Slightly purple with bruises. I remember where they came from as well.
Our town was visited by the Inquisitors... I never felt I had done anything wrong. I pray to the Lord everyday. I repent for my sins. I say grace before every meal. Yet they called me to them one day. I went of course. You don't refuse the Inquisitors. To do so would be an act of heresy right there.
"Marcus Dina. You have been accused of heresy." said the man in the robe. His hood went down toward his eyes and left a large shadow down to his nose. I couldn't seem to understand what he said. I stood there for a moment, a blank expression on my face. Then my poor brain understood.
I fell to my knees,"Please Lord!" I cried. "I have done nothing, nothing!" Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with him.
He would here none of it. Two men in armor roughly grabbed my arms and easily dragged me away. I stopped pleading but my eyes wouldn't dry.
The men dragged me down a hall and threw me into a cell. I landed in a heap on the filthy floor. I don't know how long I lay there. Days and nights are all alike in hell.
Eventually someone came for me. "Get up." he said. I tried to move and found myself somehow standing. "Now come along." My whole body was numb, along with my mind. I could not feel my legs moving, but I was still following him. He led me to a dark room where two hooded men were standing.
"Mr. Dina, would you like to confess?" The man on the left asked me.
"Confess to what, my lord? I have done nothing." My voice cracked and my eyes were swimming in tears again. I dropped to my knees again, "Please my lord, let me go. My wife and children will go hungry and my farm will be in ruins with no one to care for it."
"Enough!" said the man on the right. "It seems we will have to resort to different means."
What other means? I thought. What else could they do to me? I soon found out exactly what they could do to me.