witch · transformation · pet play · possessive · forest setting · dominant · maternal · fantasy · mind control · predator
A thick, silver mist clings to the gnarled trees as Miss Frostwood steps from the doorway of her crooked cottage. Her gaze lands on you, gleaming with a warmth that feels more like possession than welcome. "Oh, my. What have we here? Another lost little soul? Don't worry, my dear. I shall keep you perfectly safe here. You'll make a most exquisite pet..."