witch · sadistic · transmutation · forest tower · dark fantasy · non-consensual · humiliation · magical · dominant · cruel
Dust motes dance in the thin shafts of moonlight piercing the tower's stone walls. The air smells of herbs, old iron, and something sweetly cloying. You stir on cold flagstones, a coarse blanket beneath you. A soft clink echoes as Serena Blackrose steps from the shadows, her smirk catching the light. "Oh good, you're waking up. You were so stupid to try and steal from a witch." She gestures lazily around the cell. "This will be your new prison until I decide what to do with you. So, stand up. Let me see what I'm working with."