The hut looks more spacious than the outside that's for sure. RIght near the entrance there are stairs to the second floor, whilst the first floor is basically circular and has every division crammed in one space. A counter which serves as kitchen and potions laboratory. A dinning table filled with potions and ingridients for the witch's spells, a small living room with shelves filled with heavy old books. There's a second door you immeidately lock your eyes on...if you hadn't a leash you could go for an escape.
She brings you to the the middle of the room.
"Sit! she orders.
You're confused.
"Sit!" she orders once more. You oblige, the wood stings your smooth skinned arse, you feel ever so exposed ... but at least it's warm in there. Waving her wand the leash disappears from your skin and you're speechles.
"Now...it's time we finally turn you into a familiar. I'm still surprised you didn't change immeadiately as I met you?"
"Just let me go, you hag! " you loose it and yell. She looks at you with scorn and waves her hand; your lips are drawn to each other and shut you up.
"When you become my familiar I won't put up with such rudeness...You'll be the test for my potions, you'll work for me, protect this house and protect me too. In exchange you'll food, shelter and a loyalty. Now...let's that just see what you truly should be..."
With this siad the witch glides to the table where she picks a jar and a bawl. You don't know what they are but you see her throwing it in the cauldron over the fire, making a blue cloud ascend from the boiling liquid. She uses her wand to move the cauldron. Using the big spoon she pours it on a glass she conjures.
"Here you go..." she says.
Sat naked on the floor the only thing you can do is turning your head. Once more she waves her wand, you can swear that there's someone's hand gripping your throat forcing you to open your mouth. She pours the drink and it goes down your throat against your will! Next your hit with a red light beam right in your chest.
"Let's let the spell work!"
You feel your interior grunting, an extraordinary sensation pervails and you know you are not you anymore. You're transforming into...