You step through the wooden door.
On the other side you find yourself outdoors. You look up and around the nigh time cityscape and shudder in surprise, indeed the Moon was grinning down at you.
"You. Are you with Eruka?" You turn behind you to find a woman behind you stood down a darkened alley, pointing towards you. You look around in confusion, the visage becoming clear as she stepped out of her shadowy blanket.
It was indeed Medusa Gorgon. The deadly witch that terrorized Death City. Your heart skips however continues to race, she's cool and attractive, yet you know how ruthless she is...
You tell her that you're not with Eruka, however she does not seem to be buying your claims.
"You expect me to believe that?" Medusa scowls, her eyes narrowing to that of a snake's. Despite her antagonism, you find both your gaze and mind wandering. How her black outfit clung to her form; accentuating her moderatly sized bust, the sleeveless nature of the suit allowing for full visibility of her tribal like snake tattoos. But your eyes fixated and poured over her feet. Her perfect, bare feet. Even from the distance of roughly 5 meters you could see how well maintained they were, her painted black nails with the yellow arrow pointing down, perfectly filed and smooth.
"Perhaps I should punish you and teach you a lesson.!" Medusa frowned, but a certain excitement could be sensed in her voice. She strolled towards you, as you froze in place unable to move.
She continued nearing you. Within moments she is standing directly before you with a wide, sinister grin upon her face.
POW
You fall on the floor, writhing as you clutch your stomach as it proceeds to ache intensely as it tenses. "You're going to tell me what the other witches are hiding." Medusa places her foot on your curled over body, pushing you onto your back; against the stone cold ground.
"You see, I favour harsh punishments. So here's how its gonna work. I'm going to place my dirty foot inside your filthy mouth, and your gonna lick both clean whether you like it or not. Now..." And she did just that, she lifted her left leg, preparing to lower her foot upon you. Catching a glimpse, it was evident how muddied and dirt covered they were, almost black, unhelped by the low lighting.
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