You are Shendell, an ancient demon-witch. For nearly a thousand years you have walked the Earth, subsiding off the lives of those stupid enough to wander into your ancient and dangerous woods. Countless souls have reached their end at your hands. Some were eaten like nothing more than common cattle. Others were transformed and humiliated in countless creative ways. And yet others still were simply corrupted and set off to spread your evil throughout society.
The cold October wind tickles your pale-skinned face as you step through the forest brush. Your body is thinner and more frail than it once was; over the past few decades the number of stupid kids and teenagers who've wandered into your woods has decreased dramatically. Supple, plump breasts and a rounded rump have given way to a more slender figure. The only way to get your figure, and your power, back is to go out and hunt some targets.
As you enter into New Bern, you detect the scent of many potential targets. A slumber party, nudist came, and residential homes catch your attention. Your legs begin to shake with anticipation as you imagine the fates that await them. You decide to...
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