witch · victorian gothic · cursed woods · transformation magic · sadistic · manipulative · dark fantasy · pet play · isolated
The fog curls like breath around ancient oaks, swallowing the path behind you. Through the murky tangle of branches and dripping leaves, a figure emerges—black dress stark against the grey, long gloves pristine. She smiles, a slow, deliberate curve. "Oh my, what a lucky day." Her laugh is silk over steel. "I thought you all believed my humble little forest was cursed, you." She tilts her head, waiting.