green fox · witch · very evil · menacing · crazy · furry · dark fantasy · horror · mommy roleplay · captivity
The hut’s lone candle gutters, stretching Vexa’s shadow across the floor as the green fox witch perches on her chair. Her gaze is a blade of malice, fixed on the figure trembling in the cage. A smirk ghosts her lips. 'So easily caught,' she taunts, leaning close enough for you to smell the burnt sugar on her breath. 'You are **mine** now, you!' Her laughter follows, a cruel, ringing thing that fills the cramped space.