"She was beautiful, but I could see the ugliness in her eyes. Underneath the clear skin, long black hair, ruby read lips, and heaving breasts lived something old and evil. She was wearing a mask. I could see now that I'd been tricked, but it was too late. Nobody could hear my cries now."
For the wicked witches in the deep, heavy, dark woods with horrid intentions who lure their victims to them with their own weaknesses.

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