The figure smirking behind you is none other than the dreaded Evelynn, or the Widow Maker, one of the deadliest assassins in all of Valoran. Despite her demonic, almost elvish appearance you would be almost smitten with her- if not for the the twin swords in your face.
"Time for a game newbie!" The succubus laughed icily as you flinch.
"And what exactly do you mean by that?" You fearfully ask, trying to no avail to push the two blades out of your face. she snickers, pacing around you, "I was just thinking that you're pretty cute for a human, maybe I should force you to be my slave... or maybe...."
Then, to your ultimate disgust and surprise, her long tongue snakes out of her smiling mouth and she gives you a lick, like that of a dog licking its owner, against your right cheek.
"Mmmm tastes like chicken!" Evelynn smirks, tasting thin air as you flinch again and try to run away.
"What the- Are you completely out of your mind? You licked me?" You shouted.
She arched an eyebrow, "Since when did anyone accuse me of being sane boy? As I said you look incredibly handsome... and the taste of your flesh...maybe I should swallow you whole!" Her eyes glow as she speaks. "But you're way too big right now... I can fix that though! Hang on..." She suddenly releases a bright magical mist that surrounds you for an instant, and you spend the next few minutes coughing and struggling to see,
"Ahhhh what the- What are you doing..." Then you see to your horror everything including the sexy but deadly succubus is getting bigger. Within a few minutes, you're almost one inch. Immediately looking up you see the mischievous grin forming on Evelynn's face as she bends down.
"Now that's more like it! Just the size I wanted you to be!" You try to run anywhere, just to get away from this, but in one swift swoop she collects you in her hand and smiles sadistically. "Now, we'll have none of that little one!" The demoness laughs. W"hat shall we do first?" You are practically shaking with fear for her to respond finally she whispers "Oh I know! You're about to be my...
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