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Bone Dance of the Witch

       "Only give me what is owed and what is asked
He spit in her face and told the witch to lick his ass,
      "With that response she wondered about his love for his family
Ordering them to be brought forth immediately,

      "Moments later wife, son, and daughters were on their knees
As the witch ignored their crying and desperate please,
      "She asked the question again, he refused to speak
With a mere thought his youngest daughter was levitated off her feet,

      "Instantly she was lifted by her tongue into the upper dark
As something unknown savagely tore her apart,
      "He yelled in horror and pulled on his binding chain
While mutilated flesh and blood fell on him like rain,

      "The witch asked again, but he cursed with hateful emotion
Now she began ripping away attached bones from his son,
      "Slowly starting from the foot and ending with the head
Keeeping him magically alive as he twisted, screamed and bled,

      "For a long hour the witch hummed as the family wept
Looking at them without remorse while remaining quite as kept,
      "Tossing a rib bone the witch said her and her daughter can go free
Only if she murder her husband without mercy,  

      "The wife yelled 'you are an insane crazy bitch'
'Regardless'  the witch said 'you were always living in a moment of shit',
      "Your're other children would be alive, only if he opened his mouth'
Her husband head down said 'she don't know what she's talking about',

      "For ten years I watched as you and your family lived comfortably
From sinister deals and the gold you stole from me,
      "Understand. It was never about the gold
But your other wife's newborn's soul that you owed',


      "The darkness hid the shock in his watery eyes
While warm piss soaked between his trembling thighs,
      "Looking up he realized the witch's truth was his final chance
As his wife made her son's rib bone dance".
Written by CasketSharpe
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Author's Note
This incident is about a role playing character of mine and a sinister debt that she collected through pain and suffering.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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