MARIA
It was in that moment that Maria realised she might actually deserve what was coming for her. Was this how her victims felt when she was about to take their lives? They had to feel even worse than this because it was her hand that was going to be chopped off. Not her life.
How many times had she stood before her victims with her arms raised ready to unleash hell on them?
Just last week, that teenage girl had sat on the floor of the palace courtroom with her head held high ready to receive her death blow. Why couldn't Maria find that boldness now? Why was she shaking life a leaf as she watched the blade inch closer to her skin?
Before today, somehow, at the back of her mind, Maria had conceded that she did evil things to people. But not once had she actually seen herself
