Friday, December 8, 2017

Revenge - Chapter 39 – Part 2 of 3



Revenge
By Karen Singer


Chapter 39 – Part 2 of 3

Steve’s car wasn’t the only car to leave the parking lot.  Diane followed right behind him.  She had been waiting in her car since late in the afternoon, just waiting for him to leave.  She had almost given up waiting a number of times.  Now, she was glad she had stayed.
Where was he going?  She had no idea.  She followed him as best she could as he seemed to be heading into the middle of the city.

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Karen was excited.  This was going to be a special night for her…she hoped.  She was especially happy because Steve was so miserable in the background of her head.  She had been created to torment him, and she loved doing it.  His ranting and anger were only sweet music to her ears.
There!  There it was!  The first place on her list.  It took her a few minutes to find a parking place, but once she did, she excitedly got out of the car, checked her skirt and top, locked the car, and headed toward the first gay bar on her list. 
Karen had pleaded with Susan for this opportunity, and now she finally had it.  She may have had to reside in Steve’s male body, but she had been created by Susan as female.  And from the start, Susan had programmed her to be interested in men, with the possible intention of enjoying sex with them.  But things hadn’t worked out that way for her.  In Saint Thomas she had learned all too well the joys of sex with women instead.  And since then, she had only made love to women.  Fortunately, through her shared body with Steve, she absolutely loved every second of it.  And fortunately, Susan had explained to her that making love to women was just fine and she shouldn’t feel bad about that at all.  But tonight was going to be different.  She had tasted women.  Now Karen was desperate to experience a man. 
She was nervous as she walked through the door.  The place was dimly lit with mostly pinpoint areas of light at the booths and of course over the bar area.  She headed for the bar and climbed up onto a bar stool.  She smiled welcomingly at the men sitting nearby who all turned to look at her. 
“Can I buy you a drink?” one of them asked as she was still settling herself on her stool.
“What’s your name, honey?” the man on her other side asked.
Karen smiled at the first man and said, “Sure.”  Then she turned to the other side.  “I’m Karen,” she said with a broad smile.”
“Well, hi Karen,” the man replied as he moved his bar stool closer.
“What kind of drink would you like?” the first man asked, clearly perturbed that the other man was trying to move in.
“Um…do you think they have pina coladas here?” she asked the first man.
“Pina colada for the…lady,” the man said firmly to the bar tender.
“I haven’t seen you before,” the second man said.
“Um…it’s my first time here,” Karen replied, realizing that the first man on her other side had now moved in closer as well.  She felt like a girl sandwich, something that actually made her giggle. 

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Inside of Steve’s head, Steve himself felt sick over where all this drivel talk was most likely leading.  It was as if his worst fears in the world were suddenly coming true.  And he had no way on earth to stop any of it.

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“So what brings you out tonight?” man number one asked.
Karen looked surprised.  “Um…”  Her voice dropped to a whisper.  “I’m hoping to get…lucky,” she said, just loud enough that both men could hear her.  She didn’t miss the looks between both men, both of whom moved in even closer.  Karen quickly sized up each of them.  They both looked like somewhat losers, but neither of them were that bad either.  She just wasn’t sure which of them she’d rather go to bed with…if she went to bed with one of them.  And inside her head, Steve was now shouting his absolute horror.  Delicious!

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Outside, looking in through the window, Diane was fuming.  The Sorceress had Steve trying to make out with a man.  And not just one, but two men!  Diane didn’t realize she was looking through the window of a gay bar.  There were no signs on the outside proclaiming it, and the dim interior didn’t let her really see anything except the brighter lit area at the bar. 
It wasn’t the fact that Steve was already having far more luck finding a man than she ever had, what bothered her was the fact that Steve would be interested in anyone other than her at all – even though Diane was sure that it was all the Sorceress’s doing.  And she wouldn’t put it past the Sorceress at all to be making those two guys fawning over Steve to be so interested as well.  The Sorceress was certainly powerful enough. 
A man walked past her heading for the door.  He stopped and looked back at Diane peering through the window.  “Huh!” he grunted.  “You going in after your husband, or just spying on him?”
“I’m not married!” Diane returned angrily.
“Your boyfriend then.”  He shook his head.  “Lady, I suggest you look for a new boyfriend!”  With that, he opened the door and went inside, leaving Diane fuming at the window.  He walked over toward the bar.  “Hey, some lady outside is spying on her boyfriend,” he laughed.
The men at the bar quickly looked to the windows where they saw Diane see them and quickly back away out of sight.  But by the time Karen could get turned around enough to see, there was no one there. 
“I wonder who it was?” man number one said.
“She was looking this way,” man number two noted.
“Your wife?” he asked Karen.
“Hey, I’m not married,” Karen replied.  “And trust me when I tell you that I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Oh, I believe that!” man number one said.
“Me too!” man number two agreed.

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Diane backed away from the window and went back to her car.  Just wait till she got her hands on Steve.  She’d…well, she didn’t know exactly what she was going to do to him, but she knew she was going to punish him severely for this.  Even though she knew the fault was all with the Sorceress.  She stayed in her car, fuming and watching the door to the bar.  She was going to follow Steve until he got all the way home.  And then…well, that was just interesting things to think about while she waited.

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“Another drink?” man number two asked. 
“Um…sure,” Karen replied. 
“Wait a second though,” man number two said.  “Before I go spending my money, what’s the chance of you and me really hooking up tonight?”
“Hey!  That’s what I want to know,” man number one added forcefully.
Karen looked back and forth between them. She still hadn’t made up her mind.
“So which one of us?” man number one finally asked.
Karen looked between them again, then smiled mischievously.  “Actually, she said, “I was thinking of…both of you.”
Both men looked at each other and smiled.  “Another pina colada for the lady here,” man number two called to the bartender.

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Diane sat fuming in her car watching the door to the bar for almost an hour before she saw Steve walk out…with both guys from the bar seeming to be all over him.  All three of them were just a little too chummy for her taste. 
She watched as the three of them talked for a minute, then all three of them went their separate ways and Steve headed for his car.  Finally!  Diane was more than ready to go home…or back to Steve’s apartment where she was going to give him a good piece of her mind!
When Steve finally pulled out of his parking place, Diane followed.  But a minute later, she was completely puzzled when she realized that Steve wasn’t going home.  “Now what?” she said angrily into the junky interior of her car.
A few minutes later, she saw Steve’s car turn into the parking lot of an older rundown motel.  She drove past it, then turned around.  By the time she drove past it again, she saw both the guys from the bar with Steve, and they were all heading toward the motel office.  Diane couldn’t believe it, and it made her even angrier.  She pulled into the far side of the parking lot and watched as Steve and his two new friends walked from the office to one of the rooms where all three disappeared inside.  She was going to kill him!  And she didn’t care what the Sorceress thought about it.

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“Are you boys…man enough for me?” Karen asked sexily as she stood in the room and slipped her skirt off, revealing the garter belt and stockings she was wearing underneath.
“I don’t know about him, but I am,” man number one said as he moved up close and put his arms around Steve.  He held Steve and planted a big passionate kiss on his mouth. 
Steve kissed the man just as passionately.  And then he was grabbed from behind, turned around, and he quickly found himself in another passionate kiss with man number two.  Karen could already feel her body’s stupid male appendage responding, despite the vehement protests Steve was yelling in her head.
Two minutes later, the two men were totally naked and Karen was down to her bra, garter belt, stockings, and heels.  All three of them somehow made it to the bed together as one passionate unit, where they laid there caressing each other and kissing each other.  Ten minutes later, Karen had one cock in her mouth, while the other man was pounding away at her rear end.  Ten minutes after that, the two men had reversed places and Karen had a different cock buried inside her while her fingers worked on the now totally limp cock of the first man.  Steve in the back corner of her head, was nothing but sick.
And then while Karen was getting pounded in the rear by man number two, she finally felt one of them grabbing and massaging her cock…Steve’s cock.  The man who she was now trying to bring back to life was finally paying a different kind of attention to her.  The pounding in her rear continued, the cock in her hands was growing ever so slowly, and the feelings of ecstasy to her own cock were all she could think about.  The man in her rear finally orgasmed, and as he pounded extra hard, Karen came too, in one glorious orgasm that spurted all over man number one as well as part of herself. 
The three of them wound up side by side on the bed for a few minutes before man number one got up to get dressed.  Man number two quickly joined him, and the two of them left the room to go home before Karen herself even got off of the bed.  Steve, still in the back of her mind, was still sick over it all.  It was a few minutes before Karen finally got up and got dressed, reliving the entire delightful evening in her head.  She had enjoyed it…especially Steve’s discomfort.  But in truth, she found she enjoyed sex with women far more.  Maybe it was because of the male body she had to inhabit with Steve.  But the reasoning didn’t matter.  Sex with men was okay.  But sex with women was far better.  She washed her face, touched up her makeup, and headed out to her car.

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Diane saw the two men leave, but not Steve.  She waited a few minutes and still didn’t see him.  She was beginning to worry.  Did those two men hurt him?  That was entirely too possible.  She was about to get out of her car to go check on him when she saw the hotel door open again and Steve finally walked out.  She watched as he headed over toward his car, and then he seemed to just stand there looking at it.

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Steve felt nauseous.  In more than just his mind.  That damn witch had just made him have the most demented sex possible with not just one man, but two!  And now when he wanted to go home, he was just standing there next to his car and not moving.  Why?  But a sudden suspicion made him test moving his own body.  His hand reached out as he wanted it to and touched his car.  He was back in control again.  The damn witch was gone – he hoped!  And with that, he yelled every bit of his frustration and anger up into the air as he pounded with his fists on the back end of his car. 

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Diane, on the other side of the parking lot, was surprised.  She had seen something like it before when the Sorceress had woken Steve up in the mall.  Once again, she was guessing that Steve was back and the Sorceress was gone.  She watched as Steve quickly got into his car and drove off.  And once again, she followed him.
She was relieved when she saw Steve pull into the parking lot for his own apartment building.  She herself parked a few places further away.  Before she got out of the car, she saw him getting out of his car.  She watched as he gripped his purse in a very unfeminine manner, and then angrily smack the hood of his car with it as he walked past.  Steve was halfway up the steps before she herself got out of her car and hurried after him. 
She didn’t catch up to him until he had just unlocked and opened his door.  “Steve!” she said angrily.
Steve turned, totally surprised to see Diane there.  “Diane?”
Diane walked angrily up to him, and slapped him in the face as hard as she could.  “You bastard!” she exclaimed angrily.  “You had to go out and have sex with someone else!”
“You…saw?” Steve stammered as he rubbed his sore face.
“Damn you!” Diane yelled as she slapped him again.  “Of course I saw.  I followed you all night!”
Something dawned on Steve.  “Then it wasn’t Monica that made me do that…it was you!  You were the one who was closest to me.  You’re the real witch who made me do it!”
“Not me, you idiot!  There’s only one person in the world with that kind of power.”
“Monica!” Steve fumed.
Diane backed off, realizing that she had almost said the Sorceress.  She didn’t correct Steve.  Instead she literally pushed him inside his own apartment and closed the door behind them.  “I’m so mad at you I could scream!” she yelled.
“What did I do?  I couldn’t help what happened tonight.  And trust me, I would have given anything to be able to prevent any of it.  I hated it!”
“I don’t give a damn!” Diane returned.  “I’m still mad.”
“Then complain to Monica!”
“Damn you!” Diane yelled again.  “She grabbed his hand and pulled him hard…directly toward his bedroom. 
“What are you doing?”
“Shut up!”
She kept dragging him straight to his bed where she pulled harder on his arm and fished it around one of the sturdy decorative upright pieces of the headboard.  Reaching into her purse with her other hand, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs.  A moment later, Steve’s hands were handcuffed, and he was thoroughly stuck to his bedframe.  “Just stay there till I get back,” she said angrily before walking back to the living room.
She opened his front door and found his keys still in the lock.  She took them.
“Hey!” Steve yelled.  “Don’t leave me here like this.  I’ve got to pee!”
“Tough!” she yelled back.  “Wet yourself for all I care.  I’ll be back later!” 
She slammed his front door and went back to her car.  What a miserable day.  Everything made even worse by having to sit and wait while Steve made love to two guys.  Guys!  Not even women!  But what hurt her the most, was that it was someone else he had been having sex with, not her.  She wanted him all to herself.  Everyone else hated Steve.  She hated him too.  But that didn’t mean she didn’t still want him. 
She knew it was all the Sorceress’s fault, but to her that didn’t matter.  Steve had made love to someone else, and that’s the primary thing she was seeing.  Well, there were ways that she could make sure that little problem would never happen again.  She might like being submissive once in a while, but she still had her dominant side too.  And since she did, she knew exactly what she wanted to do about that problem. 
She made a brief stop on the way home at a sex shop she sometimes went into to find her toys.  She knew exactly what she wanted to buy.  Ten minutes later, she was back in her car and heading home.

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In the back of Steve’s mind, Karen was somewhat enjoying Steve’s latest plight.  She had no idea what had gotten into Diane or what her problem might be, but feeling Steve’s latest frustration and anger over being handcuffed to his own bed was nothing but a wonderful feeling for Karen.  It was like the cherry on top of an ice-cream Sunday after the rest of her evening.

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Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Revenge - Chapter 39 – Part 1 of 3



Revenge
By Karen Singer


Chapter 39 – Part 1 of 3

The moment Diane got to work on Friday, a few minutes earlier than usual, she checked for an email from the Sorceress.  She was excited to see it waiting for her.  She opened it quickly and read it carefully.  It was a very short one. 

Diane,

I know how much you like Steve, but this time I recommend you leave Steve alone for the weekend.  Your presence could only hinder what I have planned for him Saturday night.

The Sorceress

Diane wasn’t happy at all.  She had been looking forward to another fun weekend with Steve.  Perhaps the entire weekend.  But now the Sorceress had claimed that she would hinder what she had planned?  How?  What was she planning on doing with Steve…Saturday night? 
Perturbed, she closed her email program as Monica walked into the office.  Monica didn’t need to know she had written to the Sorceress again.  Even if the Sorceress was once again not being very kind to her.

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As always, Susan checked her email when she got to work on Friday morning.  She was shocked to see an email from an unknown address with a subject that said:  “For the Sorceress.”  She opened it and read it.

Dear Sorceress,

We have never communicated directly before, but I am Ruth, Monica’s friend and a former “witch” in their little coven dedicated to punishing Steve.  I have no doubt you know who I am.  I’m just not sure how much you actually know about me.  From what little I’ve been able to piece together, you only know what you can find out directly as it pertains to Steve and nothing more.  So hopefully, what you know is very limited.  I’m not going to tell you anything else about me, and you have no need to know anything else.

I do need to tell you just a little bit about what’s going on, but I ask that you please don’t let Monica or anyone else know.  This is private and personal, and in the end, if everything works out the way I hope it will, not only Monica and the other witches will benefit, but so will all the other women in the company.  So please do not relay what I am going to discuss with you here to anyone at all, even though what I will tell you here will only be a very small part of what I am trying to accomplish.

Sorceress.  I do not believe in magic, yet I have no other explanation for any of what I’ve seen that you can do.  But whether it is magic or not makes no difference.  One fact stands perfectly clear – you can control what Steve does.  And you can make him do almost anything at all – whether it is something he might want to do, or even something that he is strongly against.  That little trick you did to stop him from using that gun and turning it against himself was a very good example of just how much control over him you have, and just how powerful you are. 

Very soon now, hopefully beginning on Monday, I am going to be suing the company for sexual discrimination.  There are a number of details I have outlined that I want from the company in return.  There is also one special piece of interest to me that affects Steve personally.  I’m afraid that I have singled Steve out specifically since he and I joined the company on the same day to work at the same job.  And since then, he has been the one person I have focused on for every bit of frustration this company has thrown at me over the years – even though most of it has not come directly from Steve at all.  He has simply become a major symbol to me representing all of it.  Of course, the fact that he really is a despicable bastard doesn’t help his cause one bit.  And in my opinion, despite my personal feelings toward him, he deserves everything I have outlined that I want done to him, and probably a whole lot more.

The few people who have seen my requests so far, are all highly placed lawyers.  None of them believe that Steve will agree to any of the things that I want for him.  Every last one of them firmly believes that he will not agree and quit the company instead, which would then cause another little clause to go into effect – the original of the signed confession stating that he was the one who ransacked Monica’s apartment and stole her jewelry will be sent directly to the police.  I have no doubt that the police will promptly arrest him.  But according to my lawyers, depending on how good his council is, he may get off with very little more than a slap on the wrist over it.  I would much rather see him suffer instead.

From the very beginning, Monica, Diane, Carla, and I have noted that everything you’ve done to Steve has been in the form of humiliating him through feminizing or sissifying him in some way or another.  You yourself have even admitted this in one of your emails, stating that it is the easiest way for you to work.  I don’t know why that is, nor do I care.  I do know that because of it, you may very well be interested in my hopes for Steve, and I am praying that you will go along with my wishes and help me accomplish this. 

Sorceress, I have just this one single request:  Please force Steve to accept the terms I’m going to outline below.  Force him to accept them, and don’t let him quit and be arrested instead.  Please!  This is all I ask of you.  And I hope in light of the way you seem to enjoy humiliating Steve that you will find what I am suggesting to be of interest to you. 

I will do my best to explain the things I’ve outlined for Steve’s future. 

I was originally hired as an engineer along with Steve, on the same day, to work at the same job.  But because I am a woman, I was forced to do other menial tasks instead that the company feels should be handled by a woman.  Eventually the company moved me out of the job I was hired for and made those menial tasks my full-time position.  I want Steve to be moved from his current position as an engineer, into the position that I am serving in right now.  In that capacity, his main responsibilities will include organizing birthday and retirement parties, setting up the board room for meetings, organizing all the company fund raising campaigns, and many other duties that are so trivial that nobody else wants anything at all to do with them.  

Since he will be doing work that this company deems only a woman should do, then he must dress completely as a woman whenever he is at work.  And by completely, I mean he must adhere to the company dress code for women, even though it is far more lax and lenient than I would prefer for Steve.  In this capacity, I expect him to try his best to look and act like a woman, including styling his hair or wearing a wig.  When he is not at work, I don’t care what he wears, male or female, but on the job he is to be considered a woman in the company and by the company in every way possible, including having to use the female rest rooms.

In the capacity of his new job, his pay will be reduced to the original pay I started at in that position.  I’m sure it will be a substantial reduction from the amount he makes now, but that is the way women in this company have been treated for many years.  He will of course be able to get the same raises that I hope to give to the rest of the women in the company.  But those raises will still be dependent on his starting pay in the new position he will be occupying and his old salary amounts will no longer be considered.

When I created my list of demands, I hadn’t thought about any kind of time limit for any of it, but my lawyer has set a time period of five years on everything.  And after she has explained that it would be necessary, I can understand her reasoning.  So Steve will be locked in this position for a period of no less than five years.  After that, the company can either keep him there, or he can leave and find work elsewhere.  That will be up to him – five years in the future.

Sorceress, nobody believes that Steve will go along with this and sign an agreement moving him into my current job.  Nobody believes it, but I believe in you.  I believe in the power you have over Steve to make him do this.  So please, grant this one and only request that I have.

I ask this humbly,
Ruth

Susan stared at the email in front of her, but she didn’t read it a second time.  There was no need.  She now knew what was going on out there, and it had nothing at all to do with anyone getting laid off…except perhaps Ruth.  Susan couldn’t see how a sexual discrimination case could ever do anything for anyone except the person involved.  And if Ruth didn’t win the case, she would most likely stand a good chance of getting fired.  But that was her business.  And obviously, Ruth seemed to think she was going to win. 
She thought about the things Ruth wanted to do to Steve.  Yes, it would be very easy to just tell Karen to sign whatever they wanted her to sign…or make Steve sign it.  But the problem was, she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that.  Moving Steve into Ruth’s job…as a woman…sort of…was a very major step.  Literally a life changing event for Steve.  And evidently he would be stuck in that position for the next five years. 
There was a lot that Susan needed to think about before she agreed or disagreed with Ruth’s request.  She was going to need time to mull it over and decide.  The problem was, she didn’t have a lot of time.  According to Ruth, her court case was supposed to happen on Monday.  And it was already Friday!  Not much time at all. 
She quickly wrote back to Ruth:

Ruth,

This is not anything I had ever intended for Steve.  I’m going to have to spend some time considering it carefully.

The Sorceress

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Blessed normalcy!  That was Steve’s reaction as he finally crawled out of bed on Saturday morning – much later than usual.  The witches were done with him and he could start getting his life back on track…somehow.  Normal underwear.  Normal clothes.  Normal life!  Finally! 
He spent the morning doing little jobs around his apartment.  Laundry, a little cleaning up.  Nothing too much.  He kept the TV on for some background entertainment and enjoyed his relaxing morning.  For a brief few moments, he considered tossing out all of the women’s clothes that now clogged his dresser and closet, but something in the back of his mind kept warning him that it would be a bad idea.  Why, he wasn’t sure.  But knowing the power of those witches, he figured that maybe it would be prudent to hold onto all that junk…for now.
He went out for a burger at lunch, then came home again and sat in front of the TV to watch another game.  The games on TV every weekend were some of his favorite things on TV. 
In the middle of the afternoon, he was watching another game, when he drifted off to sleep.  Actually, Steve drifted off to sleep, Karen was simply taking over.  She turned the TV off for a while.  She wasn’t interested.  She had other things on her mind.  And at the top of her list was doing some research on the internet.  Twenty minutes later, she had a list of possible places she wanted to try later that evening. 
That done, she went back to the chair Steve had been sitting in and turned the TV on again.  A few minutes later, Steve roused himself from the little nap he had been taking and avidly watched the game again – totally unaware that Karen had taken over for a little while.
Late in the afternoon, Steve ordered himself a pizza for dinner and had it delivered.  Karen toyed with the idea of dressing Steve up before the deliveryman got there, but Steve was already going to be in for a difficult night.  No sense jumping the gun now. 
It wasn’t until seven o’clock in the evening that things suddenly went haywire for Steve.  He was sitting watching TV, waiting for another show to start, when all of a sudden his body got up and headed for the bedroom – and he didn’t want to go to the bedroom.  Once again, he wasn’t in charge of his body at all.  He mentally yelled and screamed and cursed at those damn witches, but there was nothing in the world that he could seem to do about it. 
He was forced to watch as he got completely undressed and got into the shower.  He was forced to watch as he shaved every bit of his body clean.  He was forced to watch as his body grabbed a frilly pink panty and bra set from his drawer and put them on, along with the dreaded breast forms he hated almost as much as everything else.  He was forced to stare at his face for what seemed like an eternity as his body went about applying makeup – all too carefully.  He was forced to watch as his body selected a garter belt and some stockings to go with it.  He was forced to watch as his body selected a nice skirt and top from his closet and put them on.  He was forced to watch as his body added a necklace and bracelet.  And he was forced to smell the damn perfume that his body insisted on spraying liberally in far too many places.  Yuck!  And then he was forced to watch as his body moved all too many of his things into one of his purses, check his reflection in the mirror, and then walk out the door. 
No!  Not again!  Not again!  Not again!  And there was nothing in the world that Steve could do about it.  He was forced to go along for the ride and that was it.  Someday.  Somehow.  Somewhere…he was going to kill those damn witches.  Every last one of them.  And one of them in particular – named Monica!
He didn’t know where he was going when his body got into the car and drove out of the parking lot, but he already didn’t like it.  He was angry, frustrated, panicked, and ready to commit murder – if only he could.  Would his problems with the witches never end?  And they had said they were done with him!  Obviously, witches were liars!  Something he should have already known. Never, ever, trust a witch!

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