'Then my little pet, you will surely die!' Francine snarled sadisticly down on her tiny prisoner
'But yours shall be a slow death... and a lingering one' her smile widened as she revelled in the prospect of the tortures she could inflict on such a tiny captive... the humiliations...
'But first... your wings! ha ha ha ha ha!' the witch turned from the room and left elith in panic
A fairies wings were the source of their magicks and without them she would be as no more than a common brownie! The though scared elith to her marrow... but the only alternative was to betray her people and this she could not do... she could not bear!
The witch returned and clenched in her hand was a pair of monstrous shears. They were made of blackened iron, stained with blood and inscribed with runes of powerful and dark magic.
The witch reached out with her other hand for the cage door and elith wished she had more magicks at her disposal, if only she had gone to school more often... a powerful fairy might have stood a chance against a witch at least a chance of escape... but no such prospect existed for ellis... only blind terror the urge to flee without the ability...
The cage door opened easily at the witch's touch and elith found herself in the human's grasp she pounded her tiny fists futily against the witch's enormous grip to no avail. The shears drew slowly nearer to her wings, Francine savouring the terror of her diminutive victim's plight. The shears opened Eliths wings were now within their sweep and then....
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