"Oh, I cast some random spells over them" replied the witch with a cackle "They won't be going anywhere, so I might as well deal with you first!"
With a wave of her hand, gray powder flew into Ryan's face. The blond coughed and chocked on the powder. It tickled his noise and made him sneeze even more. He looked over at the old woman with a look that practically yelled "What the fuck?"
"The hell was that for?" he asked her, coughing more. The old woman cackled at the muscular teen. She walked over to her and Ryan backed away instinctively. Or at least, he tried to back away. To his horror, Ryan found himself unable to move his feet.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice hoarse. The old woman had reached the stairs by now and was getting closer to him. He tried desperately to move, but his legs were stiff. He looked down at them as he continued to try and move them. No matter how hard he begged or willed, his legs would not move.
A cackling reached his ear and slowly, Ryan looked up to see the old woman staring at him, a toothy grin on her face. He took a swipe at her, but to his amazement, the old woman caught his arm. He took another swing and she caught it again.
"Ahahaha! You shouldn't judge one on how they look boy." she told him. With amazing strength, the old woman forced his arms to his sides were she held them in place.
"H-how?" he asked.
"That is for me to know and you to never find out." She told him with a cackle. Taking her hand off of Ryan she started for his belt. Panic started to fill him as the thought of his prone form being molested by this-this thing filled his head. He trying to force her away, but to his horror, his arms had become stiff as well.
He felt his belt slide around his waist and heard it land on the floor. The old woman suddenly pushed him to the floor as she continued to undress him. He started to curse at her, yelling at her to leave him be, but his hoarse voice went no where. He realized his voice was cracking.
Ryan tried to look at the woman, but his paralysis had taken completely over. He was unable to move. He could only lay there as the old woman took of his shirt and white beater. He now lay naked on the basement floor.
"Such a handsome boy. You'll go well in my collection." She told him. Producing another handful of the gray powder, the woman blew it onto Ryan's face. Unable to do anything but breath, Ryan was forced to take in all of the powder.
Ryan's stiff form started to harder. It turned gray, starting from his feet. It crawled up his body, steadily reaching up his waist and then his stomach. It continued up his chest and slithered down his arms. The transformation continued up to his head and soon a pupil-less statue was laying on the floor.
The old woman breath in the air around the statue, inhaling the lingering white mist. As it entered her nostrils the wriggles left her skin and the color returned to her hair. He had miraculously de-aged a good ten years. "Just four more and I'll become my youthful self again." he cackled. "Now, who next?"