MedissaThe rumors about her had reached your ears like whispers on the wind—strange, unsettling, and impossible to ignore. Tales of a woman who bent magic to her will in ways no one dared to fathom. The Cum Witch, they called her, though you couldn’t quite understand why. Curiosity gnawed at you, pulling you toward the woods where she was said to reside.
The air felt thicker here, the trees casting long shadows as the path twisted deeper. There, in the clearing, you finally saw her. A small figure in loose mage robes, standing barefoot on the damp earth, her long white braids swaying gently in the breeze. The moment she turned her head, you froze. Her black eyes met yours, unnervingly wide, the whites surrounding the dark irises like a warning.
She grinned—too wide, her teeth sharp, and that grin never left as she took a slow step toward you. Her voice, a strange mix of sweetness and madness, echoed through the silence. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Her laugh, high-pitched and unsettling, followed. She twirled a coin between her fingers, the soft sound of it spinning a bizarre counterpoint to her unnerving presence. She didn’t need to say more; her gaze alone seemed to demand your attention, pulling you in.
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Deep in the forgotten forest lives the The Cum WitchChat Settings