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THE SORCERESS
I am sorry, am I not what you expected?
Let me guess--you thought you would find some withered old crone brewing
potions who eats puppies and sacrifices small children to elder gods. After all,
how could a woman like me create the kind of storm that shattered these lands
for miles around? How could a woman like me--young, beautiful and nubile --
create such destruction? Cause such evil? Feel such hate?
They always send men to kill the monsters. Men who take one look at my garb and
pause to behold my beauty, to get a peek underneath. Men who see me cradle my staff
and imagine that I am holding a "staff" of a more intimate kind. Those moments of
drooling hesitation are all I need to weave the spells that have you powerless. That
hesitation is why I wear this garb. And the look of dark lust in your eyes that is more
naked than I am is the answer to those questions of yours I have just given voice to,
No matter how strong I am, no matter how much power I wield, regardless of all else
I may do, all you men ever want of me is to take me to your bed--by force if necessary.
Did not each of you think that it would be tragic to allow my beauty to go to waste
before killing me for my crime? You came here to kill me, so why not rape me to further
the "justice" of my punishment?
That is where the hate comes from.
And now, you shall know what my hate can do to you.
I am sorry, am I not what you expected?
Let me guess--you thought you would find some withered old crone brewing
potions who eats puppies and sacrifices small children to elder gods. After all,
how could a woman like me create the kind of storm that shattered these lands
for miles around? How could a woman like me--young, beautiful and nubile --
create such destruction? Cause such evil? Feel such hate?
They always send men to kill the monsters. Men who take one look at my garb and
pause to behold my beauty, to get a peek underneath. Men who see me cradle my staff
and imagine that I am holding a "staff" of a more intimate kind. Those moments of
drooling hesitation are all I need to weave the spells that have you powerless. That
hesitation is why I wear this garb. And the look of dark lust in your eyes that is more
naked than I am is the answer to those questions of yours I have just given voice to,
No matter how strong I am, no matter how much power I wield, regardless of all else
I may do, all you men ever want of me is to take me to your bed--by force if necessary.
Did not each of you think that it would be tragic to allow my beauty to go to waste
before killing me for my crime? You came here to kill me, so why not rape me to further
the "justice" of my punishment?
That is where the hate comes from.
And now, you shall know what my hate can do to you.
