The witch was totally ensnared by the un-living or living gemstone rock.  Writhing under it's administrations.  As if being tended to by a lover's touch and caress.<br/><br/>As she succumbed for the moment to the mark that she bore.  The curse would draw her further in.  Her resolve and willpower, weakened by her own doing.  Her own personal curse, her weakness for the white lotus.