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You are seated at the head of a long table. From the dirt ridden walls and chains on the walls, you see you are still in the dungeon. You find your bulk is crammed into a iron seat, possibly an old torture device, as there are clamps on the arms that dig into your fleshy limbs, bolting you in place. Obviously you've been moved from where ever you were, as you have difficultly figuring out at what point you began dreaming. You don't have to wait long though, as a figure floats through the table... Agatha?
"So, finally awake are you?" she says, and you notice a slightly sinister tone in her voice that hadn't been there before. "I don't look kindly on those who break into my lab. To be honest, I was about ready to just turn you into a toad and feed you to my trolls, but you say the most interesting things in your sleep." Your blood instatly turns cold in your veins. You recall the end of your dream and suddenly get the feeling that it was not so far off, this isn't Agatha, it's Blathory!
"So, you've been in contact with my sister." she says, "No doubt that goodie two shoe was trying to help you, but since you were going after my black root, she must have been out of her own. Which means you've been to her workshop." She approaches you, a serious expression on her face along with eyes that blaze with intense anger. "Tell me where she's hidden it." she orders.
"Why should I, you can't go there anyway!" you say, recalling that both of the witches were confined to their own sides of the castle. Blathory cackles, "True, I can't go, but my trolls can, and I want to send her something for meddling in my affairs." You shake your head, "I don't have to tell you a thing." you say, calling on your conviction. Agatha is a friend, so you won't betray her. "Oh you won't will you? The potion you doused yourself with causes it's victim to dream it's worse nightmare, which you have so kindly been screaming about for the past hour." she says, a cold humor in her voice. "Boris!" she calls, and a door creaks open. A large green creature with tusks and roped in muscle walks through it, carrying a bug sprayer in one hand. It... he offers it up, and it floats up to Blathory. "Thank you Boris, have the boys bring everything in."
The troll grunts and heads back to the door, while Blathory points the sprayer at you. There is a sudden click, and you feel a release of pressure at your arms. "Wha..." you say, befor eyou hear the hiss of the sprayer. You throw up you arms to try and block it, only to end up with a purple mist coating your arms and spraying you in the face, and you coath as you choke on it as you breath. What the heck was that, you wonder.
"Let's see if this doesn't make you a little more complient" she says evilly...
Written by Spots
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