The Witch giggles. "Princess? You think you know me, but you don't. You don't even know the me you know." She cooes soothingly at the babies. "William, Thomas, it's okay. Mommy will protect you." She raises her voice. "Agatha! Agatha, my sons are hungry."
A pale-haired dark-eyed young woman, obviously human and dressed in a high-necked buttond brown dress, scurries to the Witch's side. "It's Miranda, ma'am--"
"Shut up." The Witch turns and hands the babies over to their human nanny. "When my sons are hungry, you must feed them." She raises a hand and gestures at the nanny's dress. The buttons come undone, displaying a decolletage criss-crossed with scabs and scars.
Miranda, or "Agatha," swallows, and lifts her chin. "Yes, ma'am."
The Witch's hand comes down, and with a fingernail she slashes new lines over the top of the nanny's breasts. Immediately the babies fasten their toothless mouths on the blood trickling down, making feral noises of contentment.
And their mother turns back to the invaders. "I think you'd better leave now."
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Date: 2006-10-18 04:48 pm (UTC)A pale-haired dark-eyed young woman, obviously human and dressed in a high-necked buttond brown dress, scurries to the Witch's side. "It's Miranda, ma'am--"
"Shut up." The Witch turns and hands the babies over to their human nanny. "When my sons are hungry, you must feed them." She raises a hand and gestures at the nanny's dress. The buttons come undone, displaying a decolletage criss-crossed with scabs and scars.
Miranda, or "Agatha," swallows, and lifts her chin. "Yes, ma'am."
The Witch's hand comes down, and with a fingernail she slashes new lines over the top of the nanny's breasts. Immediately the babies fasten their toothless mouths on the blood trickling down, making feral noises of contentment.
And their mother turns back to the invaders. "I think you'd better leave now."