The day I met a witch

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A poor little lost soul...” Her voice carried across the empty clearing. She made no effort to raise her voice, yet it was as clear as day. “You poor thing. You got lost on the wrong day, didn't you? Wandered into the wrong forest. I'm sure you heard rumours. The Witch of the Woods, I believe you village boys call me. Am I right? I don't know why I'm asking you. I know the answer. And I'm sure you have other things on your mind other than answering me. Don't worry, my dear. I know the effect I have.”

She was right. Of course she was right. She was right about all of it. About everything. About the rumours. The rumours... Even though I knew what to expect, I never believed them. The rumours of a beautiful woman who spirited away anyone who was foolish enough to trespass in her domain. I didn't have a hope of responding. I didn't have a chance against her. I'd barely even been in her company a minute and I was already completely at her mercy.

Her eyes bored into mine. Her piercing silver eyes. I couldn't look away. I didn't want to look away. They were all I wanted. As long as she let me stare into her eyes, I was hers. How could this be happening to me? I'd only come into the woods on a dare. As a game. This was no longer a game. This was my life. My life with her. The Witch of the Woods.

This morning, I didn't believe in witches, now one's the only thing that matters to me...