While the witch had aided her to escape her home to go on exploring, the princess was also curious as to who this mysterious witch was as no one had ever figured it out. Following the figure riding the broom in the sky above, Kyra followed on foot until she reached the hideout located at the base of a mountain. Once she stepped inside, the room was empty. The walls were completely circular as if inside a giant tree trunk. Shelves full of books, tables full of liquid-containing tubes, and the floor was covered up by a pattern with intricate designs. The witch immediately came back and spotted the intruder.
"You've got some nerve to be spying on me, child!" a harsh tone erupted out. Thrusting out a palm out, she gestured her hand to point up, and suddenly, the princess levitated off the ground. The girl's slippers naturally fell off during her ascension, and her wrists and ankles were trapped by a glowing yellow ring, hindering her movements at those four joints.
"Misbehaving girls should be taught a lesson," said the witch as she fanned out her hand, manifesting two disembodied floating white glove-wearing hands in midair. They floated towards the girl's small tender feet before the fingers wiggled against the soles.
"He-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh dear! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! That tickles! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Kyra giggled and squirmed, futilely resisting the magic that trapped her in place. This unusual punishment was harmless, but it became more and more unbearable the longer it went. Nothing like this had ever happened at home; no one had ever treated a princess quite like this. At first, she accepted this punishment, believing it was well deserved for spying on the witch. It was entirely her fault after all, but after two minutes of laughing with her face turning red, this was becoming intolerable.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Please... He-ha-ha-ha-ha! I beg of you... Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Stop this- he-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha! I'm so sorry-ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
The older one glared sadistically towards the princess's pleading; it was enjoyable. To watch the person you're jealous of to be tortured like this gave her a sense of empowerment. After another two minutes passed by while she stood by watching it all, she released the magic that bounded the royal figure, "Alright, that's enough for now."
Kyra lied on her back against the floor, panting and gasping for air. Her eyes noticed four doors extruding from the circular wall around her, unsure the meaning behind it all.
"Choose one of the doors. If you pass the trial, you may leave. If you don't want to take the trial, that's fine with me; it just means you'll get tickled again in a much crueler manner," the witch explained what shall happen next, and it was now up to Kyra to decide her fate.
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