That laugh was the sound of ethic and moral in this world, that laugh was coming from the man people looked up at every week as they went to church, he was the man in contact with god, he had the knowledge and power which was refused to most, he could read and he had been given the keys of god’s house. He was the kind of man who would follow innocent girls in the wood at night and wait until he saw them doing their mischief before stopping them. He could have stopped them many times and he could have taught them the right way. He could have taken away the potion and sent them back to their parents, he could have talked and explain, but he wasn’t the kind of man who would talk and explain. He was the honorable sense of justice, he was rising against all perversion in this world, he was the one making them pray for mercy more than for happiness, and he was the one who would take the girls from their sacred place in the forest, strip them from their clothes hurting their body while their mind was away and locking them, half naked, chained in a cold and dirty prison cell.
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