text: [Themes: grimdark fantasy, war, villain protagonist, fantasy]
  
  You return to the village, having picked up the wolf you slain along the way. You can put it to good use.
  
  "Oh no Velimir, you're injured!" screams out your little sister who has been awaiting your return at the village gates. There could not be more of a difference between the two of you. You are extremely tall, she is rather short. You are wide as the broad side of a barn, she is very petite and tiny (except in the two areas that her brother should never be looking at, yet sometimes glances anyway, then shamefully looks away). You have very short cropped hair, being almost bald, and a beard that fits a man twice your age. She has insanely long auburn hair that reaches her waist, and obviously no beard. While your eyes are brown and quite small and serious looking, hers are two enormous blue sapphires. Your lips are small, tiny and often cracked, while hers are full and ruby red.
  
  She is 14, and you sometimes wonder whether your mother has been unfaithful, due to the many differences in your physiques and behavior. She always liked spending time with you ever since she was little, but can get annoying sometimes with how much she cares about you.
  
  "Bah, it's nothing Mirna. Some of the shamans will fix me up right away," you reply.
  
  "None of them are here right now though, they've all gone with Zlatko to commune with the spirits, and come up with the best defensive tactic against the Byzantines. The only one here is Klem," Mirna, your sister replies as she starts looking at your wound.
  
  "Klem huh, that idiot has no control over his powers. He'll fry me as much as he'll heal me," you say annoyedly, as you walk further into the village. Villagers greet you, some concerned over your wound. You dump the wolf inside the butcher's hut, and then start getting worried. If you don't get treatment soon, you very well could be infected with a disease of some kind.
  
  That being said, Klem is not your only choice. There is a witch of the wilds called Enya that sometimes comes up to the village to trade for some stuff. People avoid her and with good reason, she is very creepy and sinister looking. Klem is sounding like a better choice the more you think about it.
  
  > risk the witch, Klem is a dumbass.
  Fuck going to Klem, you'd probably lose an arm anyway. While the witch is very creepy, you're not a small boy anymore, and aren't scared of evil witches. You hurriedly rush through the woods to find her hut, which is well hidden, and hard to find if you're not aware it exists. You knock on the door and hear a raspy voice.
  
  "Whoooo issss itttttt?"
  
  "It's me, Velimir, from the village. You must have seen me a couple of times. I'm injured and require your help."
  
  "Ooooooh yes I remember you well my dear boy, do come in".
  
  You open the door to find yourself in the witch's hut, for the first time. When you were little kids, you and the other boys would challenge each other to go inside, but would always chicken out. It doesn't seem so scary now, It's a regular house with a fireplace, a pot over it, and some furniture. On the chair in the middle sits Enya the witch of the wilds. By her looks, she seems to be almost 80, yet you have a feeling she is way older than that. Grey hair, wrinkled skin, mole on her nose, every part of her appearance is exactly like a classic witch.
  
  "Well, what are you waiting for, close the door my dear boy and let me take a look at the injury".
  
  You do just that, wondering what she is going to ask of you in return. You brought some stuff to trade, but who knows what witches will ask for. You hope it's not going to be your soul.
  
  "There, it's done." She says happily.
  
  "What, already?" You stammer out.
  
  "I have been casting magic way before not you, but your parents have been born my dear boy. This kind of a wound is nothing to me."
  
  "Oh, thank you very much wise Enya. How can I repay you?"
  
  "Well, I seem to have made a bit too much soup. There is no way I can eat it alone in its' entirety, I'll just end up throwing it all away. It seems a terrible waste. I'd love if it you could stay for supper, but I require no payments from you".
  
  Now you're just plain confused. Why the hell does the scary witch Enya not want anything from you? This isn't some kind of a trick is it? If you leave without giving her anything, will she steal your soul or something? What will you do?
  
  > join her for supper.
  She seems like a nice lady, and she healed your wound. It'd be terribly impolite to decline her request. So you take a seat at the table.
  
  "Oh my dear boy. I am so glad you stayed. I'll fetch the soup right now."
  
  You watch her get two pots, fill them to the brim with soup, then place them in front of you. She pulls out a flask.
  
  "Do you want some of this sauce in your soup my boy?"
  
  The "sauce" tastes terrible, and makes you gag immediately. You want no part of it, and make it clear to Enya.
  
  "What a shame dear boy, what a shame, it truly tastes amazing. Oh well, let's eat".
  
  You start eating the soup, making small talk with the witch as you do. The soup is delicious, and makes you feel very calm. Like you entire body is being healed. Like you could fall asleep right now. I mean, it's not like you've got anything else to do, why not lay down in the witch's bed? Usually, that sentence would make no sense to you, but in your current state, your brain is working at about 5% capacity, so you lie down and fall asleep.
  
  Zzzzz
  
  Zzzzz
  
  Zzzzz
  
  You have horrible nightmares, like you're suffocating, like something is choking you. You awaken and jump out out of bed...or you WOULD if you COULD. You seem unable to move, but way worse than that, if there even is such a thing, is what your eyes see.
  
  A naked Enya, her breasts drooping heavily, is riding you like a horse. You are unable to move, yet somehow your member has gotten up.
  
  "OH BOY YOU ARE UP! I AM SO GLAD!" she moans in ecstasy. She continues pleasuring herself to your horror, for what seems like hours, and you can do nothing about it. You can't even speak, you can barely move your eyes.
  
  Finally, it is finished, and she lies down over you, like a lover would. She speaks in her raspy voice.
  
  "You've always been a handsome lad Velimir. Too handsome. I've always noticed you when I came to the village. I knew I must have you one day. But how could an old ugly hag like me ever win over the heart of such a man? You'd want much younger, more beautiful women. Like that bitch Senka. Ohhh the thought of her makes me mad. But it doesn't matter now, because you're mine. That soup really paralyzes the body doesn't it? It's too bad you didn't want the "sauce" because it would protect you from the paralysis. Either way your village is soon going to be overrun by the Byzantines, and they don't know where my house is. You're going to make me a wonderful daughter and be mine forever and ever and ever <3 ".
  
  There is nothing you are wishing for more at this point than the sweet embrace of death, but it doesn't look like it'll come. You remain paralyzed because she keeps dumping that soup in your mouth every 12 hours. She feeds you with other stuff too, and takes good care of you, but keeps riding you over and over and over. You'd vomit if you could, whenever she takes off her clothes.
  
  Time passes, and you are going more and more insane by the day, being a sex doll for a crazy old witch. Eventually an entire year passes, and she is found by the Byzantine scouts in the middle of her daily 4PM session with you. In ecstasy, she does not even hear them open the door to the hut. Her moans were too loud. They stab her in the heart before she can even cast a spell.
  
  "Oh god man, look at this. I think I'm going to vomit. Look at this granny fucker here."
  
  "Doesn't look like he can move. She's a crazy old witch, she must have trapped him and kept him here for god knows how long."
  
  "Let's just kill the bastard, he's suffered enough."
  
  You barely know who you are at this point, and the hammer crushing your head feels like a blessing.
  
  The soldiers that granted you your sweet release, have no idea that they have just possibly doomed this land, as nobody will know the secrets the old witch held. But you don't have to worry about that, you're dead now.