It’s the season where I feel most compelled to fully embrace my witchiness and my undeniable power over men. Men just like you. You’re already under my power, you know. The moment you saw me, it began, and hearing my voice will seal it. You’re mine now, you weak silly man. You’ll do anything I want. Serve me. Worship me. Ache for me. Deny yourself for me. The possibilities are endless. It’s a good thing my powers are endless too.