Wytch

Scene 1

The woman, who'd been standing in the street, while supernaturally beautiful with an aura and an energy that filled the atmosphere with power. She'd instilled fear in Maddie's heart, the moment that their eyes met.

When she then moved toward her, not breaking eye contact, Maddie knew that she had to run. And so she ran, as fast as her delicate legs could carry her.

Running through the darkness, almost certain that she was in the forest on the edge of town, although it was impossible to tell.

It hadn't been long until she found herself deeper into the forest, the trees like ancient wardens, contrasted by the mercurial moonlight.

In terrified flight, a pure gut instinct that she couldn't recall ever feeling before, Madysyn sprinted.

Fortunately she had only inch high heels with a wide base, it was far from ideal but had offered little obstacle to her.

But now she was exhausted and lost.

She had to stop.

Taking deep and laboured breaths she checked herself over.

Her tights were torn, her skirt and blouse muddy, a few scratches from branches and brambles, but she was okay.

Next was to check her surrounding. Lifting her head cautiously, trying to fight down the panic, her sight met the horizon.

Trees and mist, into nothingness.

"Fuck!".

She thought to herself.

"I'm in a stupid fucking horror movie.".

Slowly Maddie turned to get her surroundings, any sight of that woman, or some nocturnal forest beast, any danger, but ultimately a clue of a way out and back home.

After completing a full circle and on getting her breath back she relaxed a little.

Her thoughts went back to first seeing the woman.

Honestly, she'd been aroused, her girl-cock had twitched in her panties.

The woman certainly had had presence, even from a distance.

Rich auburn-red hair that curled and bounced on her shoulders, as if alive itself.

A tan to a her white complexion, like a complimentary antiquated porcelain.

Her body, under that tight fitting dress and cloak, the cloak seemed very theatrical, if not bizarre.

Yet you could tell that she was athletic and curvy, the perfect combination.

Lips that were deep, painted red, but full and lustrous on their own.

Madysyn admitted to herself that she would have wanted her, she was totally attracted to her, but when she saw her eyes, the fear began to rise.

Purple obsidian-like orbs, set into the perfect furrow of a brow, eyes that contained stars, worlds, universes, dimension and dimensions.

It would have been so easy to get lost in those, literally lost, that had started the fear.

Although it was her formidable force that had started the panic, and the predatory movement that had set Maddie in flight.

This was no fuck-boy with a wish for a trans-girl notch on his bedpost.

This was a huntress, with all her senses on her prey.

Brushing herself down as best she could, not knowing which direction to take, everywhere looked the same, foggy nothingness.