When the Princess Turned Into a Witch

I.

I.
the
conversion

"It won't hurt." He said
with a (grin) smile on his face. Nothing in this world could wipe away that smile. Not now that he'll finally get what he wants.

He tied her hands on the headboard of the bed. He made sure it's too tight for her to untangle.
Then, he started doing things so far a child's imagination couldn't even dare imagine. Innocent as she might seem but her instincts tell her that something's wrong, everything's wrong.

She tried to scream but the sound waves of her voice reach no one's ears, for they only bounce to the four corners of this dark imprisonment.

He crashed her down, broke her soul, and still calls it 'love'. Claiming that no one could ever love her like he did. He claims himself a lover, a teacher, and a master. That she owes everything to him, that she has still a lot to learn and he's willing to show them all to her. But she doesn't want anything like that, for a child only wants to play a child's fun game, not the adult ones he's forcing to her child's lair.

She's all wound up, shattered, and still, he says she owes him a 'thanks'.

—What a fucked up adult he is.