Click me! ME!

I went through the door and suddenly found myself bound to a pyre. I was also wearing some sort of black dress. But more worrying was the cackling witch with the torch in her hand.

“Time to burn the witch!”, the witch cackled. “For his crimes of opposing the great witch of miracles.”

“H-hey!”, I complained. “That's just all kinds of wrong!”

The witch burning witch looked at me with an immensely satisfying grin.”

“Oh? Do you perhaps wish to say something? Mayhaps surrender?”

No way.

“Come on!”, I argued “Burning me at the stake? Don’t you feel at least a little bit bad about this?”

Beatrice brought her torch close to the pyre and hesitated. “I suppose it is tad insensitive...all right.”

She snapped her finger and the world went dark.

When I could open my eyes again I was standing on a scaffold with a noose around me neck.

“There”, Beatrice explained gleefully with her hands on a lever. “Much less offensive!”

“That’s not what I meaaaaant!”

I screamed as I plunged to my doom.