A scene that never quite took off. It's quite short, but I liked the visualization.
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“You know, I’m only being polite by asking your permission, right?”
Ovelia heard the comment only moments before a strange sensation came over her as if she were about to faint. Trying to regain her senses, she couldn’t do a thing to stop her traitorous arms and legs from stepping backward into the door and shutting it. Her right hand, completely against her will, locked the deadbolt and then, using its pointer finger, traced a bizarre sigil over the handle that even Ovelia had never seen before.
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The witch’s toes wiggled in Ovelia’s mouth. Slipping out from between her lips occasionally. Though even when they did, Ovelia quickly repositioned the witch’s foot and slid them back in. Not at all because she wanted to be doing such a thing. It was because she had to. The witch made certain of that.
Ovelia couldn’t stop sucking on them. Licking each and every one and their between like they were some kind of chocolate and not a sweaty foot confined in a leather boot all day. Regardless, Ovelia did as she told by the witch. “Lick them clean,” she demanded, thrusting her still booted foot at the time in Ovelia’s face.
