A battle waged within her mind, her conscience clawing at her convictions. Did he really deserve it?, The question was like a poisoned arrow, piercing her thoughts with every strike that she had endured throughout her life. After all, he was a heartless being who had never shown her any kindness. Was it truly wrong to seek revenge?. 

          Mocked by her own self-doubt, she questioned her choices over and over again. How could she have been so foolish to entrust herself to the devil himself? Her instincts were her enemies, her judgment clouded by confusion and despair. She was a prisoner to her own pain, a slave to her emotions. In the dark labyrinth of her mind, there was no light at the end of the tunnel, just an endless abyss of doubt and regret. 

He was gone, his presence no longer a threat. But even in death, his legacy of cruelty haunted her. His people, blind to his crimes, thirsted for revenge. They refused to let her go unpunished, oblivious to the scars he had left upon her soul. They had turned a blind eye to his evil, but now sought justice for his absence. Her only crime was survival, her only sin daring to fight back. And now, she was being persecuted for her bravery.

 With vengeful glares and bloodlust in their hearts, his family was determined to exact their twisted sense of justice. In their eyes, family was sacred, and blood ran thicker than water. They turned a deaf ear to her pleas, deaf to the horrors she had endured. For them, the life of their kinsman, no matter how vile and cruel, was worth more than her own.

As the trial began, her lawyers were met with disdain, their efforts dismissed as futile pleas. The judge, a mere puppet in this charade, swayed by the sway of money, had made his decision long before the first gavel fell. And so, the scales of justice were tipped, the truth lost in a sea of bribery. Her oppressors had won, the system she had trusted had failed her. She was left alone, a victim in chains, doomed to pay the price for seeking her freedom.

As the verdict was read, she was transported back to the moment her husband lay at her feet, the gleaming axe stained with his blood. The memory haunted her, a reminder of the depths to which she had sunk. She was a monster too, the realization stung like a dagger to her heart. The violence she had unleashed, the rage that had consumed her, left her feeling broken and hollow.

And so, as she was led away in shackles, her hellish past receding into the distance, she found a twisted sort of solace in her fate. Behind the bars of her prison, she would finally find the peace that had eluded her all those years. The silence, the solitude, a welcome reprieve from the demons that had haunted her. For in her heart, she knew she had found her freedom, even if it came with a price.