Violet goes too far...

You were running errands for your father, fetching water from the village well, when you heard Violet's hateful tones

Where are you going slut?

the stuck up girl demanded in her haughty, nasal tones. You rolled your eyes, surely the yoke and buckets you carried on your shoulders made it obvious. Nevertheless you tried to remain polite.

To the well, Violet. I have chores to do at the Inn, and we need water.

"Not that you'd know anything about doing chores..." you added mentally. Violet must have picked up on your tone, because her habitual sneer twisted into a snarl of petulant anger.

How DARE you take that tone with me?! Do you know who my Father is! I'll have you whipped for this!

You sigh, and resume your journey to the well. Hoping to leave Violet and her tantrum behind, but the girl follows you, ranting the whole time. By the time you get to the well, she's been joined by her usual cronies, Hans the woodcutter's son; a nice enough boy on his own, but hopelessly besotted with Violet and willing to do anything for her approval and Lisl the baker's girl; who was happiest when Violet's ire was directed your way instead of hers. Red-faced with anger, and glaring daggers, Violet continues to harangue you while you try to go about your chores.

You think you're so much better than us don't you, slut? Just like that whore mother of yours with her airs and graces!

You stop in shock, and look up at Violet,

You know something about my mother?

You ask incredulously. Violet spits at your feet, marching up to you, prodding you in the chest with her finger.

My Father said she was a witch. That she got consorted with demons and that you were the result. That she ensorcelled the Innkeeper into thinking you were his daughter, right before she was hauled off by the Inquisition!

You back up against the well with every prod of Violet's finger, shocked to your core. She was lying. She had to be lying! You shake your head, and push Violet away from you, causing her to stumble back in outrage. She scrambles to her feet, her face even redder than before and pushes you back, an almighty shove that sends you reeling, back against the wall of the well, and over. You plummet down the deep shaft and hit the water with a splash that knocks the air from your lungs. The last thing you see as the icy water closes over your head is Violet's gleeful, hate-filled face...