You were in awe of the giant witch who stood before you with her hands on her hips. She was by no means an ugly witch, in fact she was quite attractive. She was a thin, busty woman, with curly red hair and piercing green eyes. She was dressed in a long black robe, with fishnet stockings leading down to her open toed shoes. The toes were painted black and wiggled with delight as the giant woman smirked down from above. "WELL, WELL. WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? A PUNY LITTLE MORTAL TRYING TO STEAL MY BOOK?" You start to back up, but her movement is too quick. You don't even have time to turn around before you come face to face with a huge open palm that presses firmly into your body, while tree trunk sized fingers wrap around your waist. You are lifted into the air and taken across the room, where the giant witch drops you harshly onto a wooden table. She takes a seat and places a huge hand on either side of you, smirking as she says "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, HUMAN. NOW TELL ME... HOW DID YOU FIND THIS PLACE?" You look up at her scoweling face, and stammer out how you were transported by a crazy gypsy at the fair and don't even know where you are right now. She frowns and slams a giant fist into the table next to you, knocking you off of your feet. "LIAR! I KNOW YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE FROM TOWN. PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TRYING FOR YEARS TO FIND MY CABIN AND STEAL MY SPELLBOOK. I KNEW EVENTUALLY ONE OF YOU WOULD FIND ME, THAT'S WHY I PUT THAT CHARM ON THE BOOK TO SHRINK WHOEVER TRIED TO TOUCH IT." Her fist opens up and she points down at you, shoving you gently with her fingertip. "AND NOW LOOK AT YOU. JUST A MOUSE OF A MAN." You stand up and shout at her "Look, lady. I didn't mean to touch your stuff. I'm not a villager, I'm not even from around here. I'm just looking to get back home to my girlfriend. I'm sorry for trespassing, now please... change me back and let me go!" You really wish your voice hadn't sounded so squeaky and pathetic, but you told her everything and now it was up to her. You can tell she's conflicted as she drums her huge fingers on the table and brushes strands of her long red hair out of the way as she stares down at you. She holds your fate at her fingertips... what will she do with you?
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