Dream Witch

I'm standing beside her in Florien Park, unsure if she’s my friend or not when suddenly, a monstrous bloody faced witch falls from the sky. Her slitted crimson eyes slice through me. She cackles and floats toward me like slow death, suspended five feet above the slippery ground and her bony legs and arms hang limp. Her intent is capture, I’m sure of it. Of course she does quite easily, casting a spell on me, a love spell maybe. I’m aware of it but helpless against it too.

 

I’m in her dark cold house. She has transformed into a beautiful young sexual woman. She blows me, very softly and plays with my balls but of course I am under hypnosis. After I fuck her and cum inside, her face turns back into the haggard witch.

 

Life went on in her house. I was surrounded by dozens of cats who bit and scratched. Over time, I began to kick and throw them against the wall. Then the biting dogs showed up.  

 

Our relationship has grown lame and predictably boring. She wants a new man. What about me, I ask. She tells me not to worry— I will always be part of her. So I listen to the beautiful young sexual woman talk to her new man. They argue. She hollers not to worry— he will always be a part of her. She begins changing into the ugly witch, scaring him; and he flees. She chases him and screams that she will devour him and vomit his flesh to feed the cats and dogs— that way he would become part of her forever.

 

At this point I’m rooting for the man to escape. He makes it to a window and jumps outside where, on the street are a bunch of school children playing. All right, I think. He made it. Then, out of nowhere, a dog tears into him and chews him to pieces in front of the gasping children.

 

No sooner is he gutted and fed to the animals; the witch is off on the hunt for her next victim. She chooses one of the young boys and sends him out into the world loaded with bows and arrows, riding a beautiful white stallion. In short time, he has tracked down a new victim, pierced full of arrows in the chest, arms and legs bound by rope, all neatly packaged and waiting for the old hag’s arrival.