I stepped into the dark, musty interior of the witch’s hut, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something else, something metallic and sharp. I knew I was in for a world of trouble, but the allure of the forbidden had drawn me here like a moth to a flame.

The witch emerged from the shadows, her eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. She was a striking woman, with long raven hair and skin as pale as moonlight. Her lips curved into a cruel smile as she regarded me, her gaze lingering on the bulge in my pants.

“Jake,” she purred, her voice like velvet. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my body was reacting to her presence. “I didn’t come here for this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, but you did, Jake. You came here because you crave the pain, the humiliation. You want to be mine.”

I shook my head, but she was already moving towards me, her hips swaying hypnotically. She grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my flesh, and dragged me deeper into the hut.