Karmilla ran and fell on the young elf's back. She squealed and tried to escape but the witch resisted.
"Who are you?? What do you want from me?!"
"I just need some of your hair for a potion... I won't harm you, I promise."
"How dare you acting in this way? I'm not a prey!"
"I'm sorry but... Well.. It seemed like a good idea to me."
"It's not. Please, release me."
Karmilla stood up but the elf tackled her with an unexpected strenght.
"Who do you think you are to attack an elf?"
"That's was mean!" the witch protested.
"Just like what you've just done before."
Karmilla didn't say anything : she was right after all.
"Ok, ok I'm sorry."
"It's too late for apologizes. I need a little payback!"
"I don't have money..."
"Who needs money in the forest? Well... I could keep you as a slave for the entire day... What do you think?"
"Great... A crazy dictator..."
"HEY! I'm not that!" The elf poked Karmilla's belly and the witch let out a cute squeal. "Oooooh... What was that pretty sound?" She asked with a grin.
"Nothing." Karmilla gulped, knowing what would happen next.
"Great... I think I've just found how I coul get my payback.."
The Elf wriggled her fingers and Karmilla shivered.
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