You get out of the water and hop right back to the witch’s house. You arrive at her door and sled your tongue out using it to ring the doorbell. The door opens and the witch faces you with an annoyed expression.
“Here you are, c’mon hop inside!” she orders you. You stand up in your feet and clumsily walk inside. The witch turns around right in that second and snaps her fingers. You feel an acute pain in your lower back that sends right back to the frog squatting position.
“I said hop, not walk…”
She lets you stand by the table she uses to prepare potions. You’ve noticed that there are four flasks each one with a different color. The woman comes around and looks you in the face.
“That’s the kind of things I won’t tolerate when my guests arrive, Rigid. You see these? These are potions that I’ll be selling to a prince that wants to transform his brother so he can get the throne for himself. Oh… I love the bad side of the story!” she said this while intertwining her fingers. “Long story short he’s arriving in a few hours and you’ll be the guinea-pig to the potions so he chooses the one that suits him the most!”
You nod your head positively (as if you had a choice) and your air.sac fills up just like you got full with anxiety. The witch gives you a dirty look and you try to control yourself. You really don’t feel the time passing by as you keep looking to the potions wishing one of them could make you turn back to a human male. Your thoughts are interrupted by the thud on the door.
“Stay here!” she orders. The witch graciously goes to the door and opens it. On the other side there’s a tall thin man, with a very sneaky appearance. He wears a purple cloak and a cane in his hand, he’s pale like a cadaver and has black hair combed all the way back and a ridiculous thin moustache.
“What a cozy place you’ve got here “ he says ironically. The witch answers something you couldn’t quite hear and neither did he. The man enters the house and lays its eyes on you he walks nearby and looks at you like if you were an attraction.
“What an interesting creature!”
“That’s a sample of what your brother can be transformed into” the witch says. The man gets a sparkle in his eyes.
“May I pet it?”
“Of course, he’s very gentle. Aren’t you, Rigid?” the witch speaks and you discern menacing tone in her voice. The man’s hand touches your head and for your surprise he’s gentle. You stay quiet and steady feeling the man’s hand – now you feel even more like an animal.
“Shall we begin?”