The woman clutched her stomach and burst into laughter. “Ahahahaha!”0

She seemed prepared to throw the torch at any moment.  0

The woman moved quickly, perhaps feeling that it was a waste of time to speak. Maybe she believed there was no point in conversing with her prey. Behind the torchlight, her sinister laugh echoed down into the pit.  0

They seemed determined on roasting their prey thoroughly by filling the pit up with hay and then dropping the burning torch.  0

It’s a well-made trap. 0

Most men would struggle to remain calm at the sight of a young woman crying, her clothes in tatters. For them, approaching cautiously while watching the ground would be difficult.  0

A single misstep into this deep, narrow, meticulously dug pit would spell the end. There was no escape, nowhere to hide. The bottom of the pit was packed with hay. Setting it on fire was more reliable than dropping a rock or chunk of metal.  0

The heat and smoke could easily penetrate even solid armor to burn and suffocate the victim in the process. It wasn’t a bad method because it could sustain offender’s livelihood for a while.  0

I looked...0