Hansel & Gretel- Fractured

Hansel and Gretel- Witch's POV

I was cooking a brew in my house when I heard the nibbling sound outside my house. "Who's that nibbling on my house?" I asked peering outside my abode. I would never thought anyone would be foolish enough to eat off a witch's house. Maybe a couple of rodents nibbled on it here and there, but I took care of those pest. Maybe it was a silly idea to make a house out of irresistible sweets, but I didn't care. It was my house after all. I then saw not one but two children eating off my house. "Well what do we have here?" I said looking at them, "Why were you children nibbling on my house?" "We're sorry. We were abandoned in the woods and we were hungry." The girl said hiding behind the boy. I was upset and was going to send them away, but they do look like they'd make a tasty stew. "I see. Why don't you come in and have you feed." I said letting the children into my home. They were stuffed with a buffet consisting of meat, bread, cake, and other delicious foods on the table.

  After I fed them and put them to bed, I looked in my book for a tasty recipe. My plan was to eat both of them, but I still needed one to help clean the house in the meantime. "The boy looks pretty plump. I'll eat him now." I said to myself laughing. It was morning before I knew it and I've been up all night planning my own little feast. While the girl was sleeping, I grabbed the boy and put him in the cage. Immediately after the girl woke up, I put her to work. She had to sweep the floors, wash the dishes, prepare the table, and other task I thought of her to do. While she was doing that, I stuffed the boy with food for my brew. I saw the girl crying, but it serves them right to eat off of my house. Seriously what human being would do such a thing? How would they like if I went to their house, used the wood for heating purposes, and ate them and their family?

  It had been two days that the boy felt thin, and after the third day of feeling bone, I decided not to wait anymore and that the boy shall be my supper. The girl cried saying, "Please don't kill my brother!" The girl was stupid to think I'd listen to her. In fact I thought, "Why now cook her now?" I walked over to the oven, opened the door and said, "Check to see if the oven is hot enough, dear." She looked confused and asked, "How am I supposed to do that?" I shoved her out the way and said. "Like this you stupid little girl!" I then felt the oven door slam shut pushing me into the stove. Never would I have thought a little girl would be the end of me.