I'm bored and dark magic always helps pass the time, so here you are. You don't believe I'm a witch, even though I put on a silly human-made witch outfit to add to the effect. So, I set off on proving it to you.. First, I show you the body part control I have over you. Face slapping yourself at my command, you can't control it with my spells. You still have a hard time believing, through my control and teasing. slap after slap and you resist believing me so I even make your hands stick to your legs, and hint at all the terrible things I could make you do to yourself. You're not leaving here alive anyway, so the possibilities are endless. I'll show you what I mean. Your hand now wraps around your own throat. You're going to give squeezes at my command. Right at the sides of your neck, your fingers squeeze and stop the oxygen supply temporarily. Eventually you get used to the feeling, so I make you use both hands and squeeze for a little longer even. It isn't as fun as I hoped to watch though, so I think up some other ideas. I am hungry to watch you squirm. Should I make you into a worm to feed to a bird? A fish to feed to a bigger fish? A fly to feed to my pet frog? There's so many options... I can put you anywhere I want on the food chain, because witches are much above the humans in that regard. I could even make you into a cake and.... I get an idea, thinking of food. I'm going to turn you into cutlery! I'll be able to taste you, my saliva dissolving you slowly over a very long time. The idea of using you day after day to eat other things sounds kind of erotic and yet so very evil. You'll feel everything as a spoon, but none of the ability to stop anything or speak. It's perfect, I transform you and get my next meal ready... (to be continued)