she’ll be rather silent for a few moments, because this notion has never been
brought to her attention before. not properly. after all ; she’d been kept safe from
anything dark ———- ; in a fabricated illusion that almost allowed her to remain
ignorantforever. evil exists ———- ; monsters too.
she’s never thought of the witch as a monster, evil perhaps, because
of what she’d been told. round brown eyes study the other. TRUST
isn’t a safe or intelligent option ——- but she can’t help it, can’t help
that small feeling of empathy towards her green skinned enemy.
❝ i don’t know about that. ❞
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she can’t even begin to deny how she so enjoys the relentless confusion cast
upon the girl. she could, in some ways, consider it payment in kind for the
damages caused. for the LOSSof her dear sister. the thought was wicked, but
oh so entrancing. this girl was, at least, stuck with her until the sands drew down,
or she gave up the shoes, which the Witch was quite convinced she would. a little
company, captive or not, was a somewhat pleasant change.
“ don’t you, though? ”
her face twisted into a smile again, finger running up the
smooth, porcelain skin of Dorothy’s neck.her shivering was
addictive against her hand. by her hand.
“ look at me, my pretty, am I a monster? after all, I’ve kept you locked in a cellar,
threatened your life, am Inot a monster? but then, how can we define this if we
haven’t yet determined what a monster is. look into the faces of anything you’ve
ever feared. look me in the eye and tell me they weren’t people, they weren’t
HUMAN. naturally wicked creatures, my pretty. we all are. ”