A DEEP BREATH is taken, jaw set tight, feet still un-moving. whatever
the witch may have in store for the shoe’s power was unimaginable, but she
knows the success of whatever destruction the witch had in store, is up to
her. the assumptions the witch makes of her is staring to anger her, & only
increase her intent to remain in possession of the shoes.
❝ must i say it again? ——- no. ❞
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her blood is boiling now, heat coursing through her veins. she can feel it still, even
so long after it’d happened the last time. the power that forced her hand, the
anger that she was so capable of possessing. she wanted the girl to see what she
was capable of, but under her own control. still, she’d been pushed too far. teeth
grit and grind together, fingernails splitting against her clenched fists.
“ wrong choice. "
the glass surrounding the oil lamps on the walls shattered in a near explosive way,
the air whipped, seeming almost thick with a force unnamed. her entire figure shook,
eyes narrowing as she sent the girl falling hashly to the floor, allowing the witch to
stand over her, chest rising and falling harshly with sporadic breaths.
” give me my shoes. “