Gal o'lantern

-Now, we're getting to my favourite part, said Morgana, grabbing a large knife in her pocket.

Gal couldn't hear her nor see the knife, but she knew this witch was up to no good. She clumsily tried to back away, as far as she could from this maniac. The witch saw a stream of liquid flow along her legs and smiled.

-So all it takes to make Wonder Woman piss her pants is to change her head into a pumpkin. Good to know.

Gal's feet suddenly stumbled on a coffee table, causing her to fall backwards on the sofa. Morgana snapped her fingers, causing restraints to appear, tying her hands and feet to the sofa. The witch watched the actress try to free herself, with no success. If she still had had a head, she would probably be screaming at the top of her lungs. Morgana slowly settled behind the sofa, her knife in her hand.

-Soon, you'll be able to see again, Gal. But first, I've got a pumpkin to carve.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Morgana grabbed Gal's new head by the green top, and plunged her knife in it.

Aaaaaaah !

The witch sighed when Gal's body started to twitch in pain.

-You're not making it easier for me, you know that.

Ignoring the actress' pain, the witch started making a circle with her knife. Everywhere the knife went, a dark red liquid started to flow from the wound.

-Huh, that's strange. I thought you would completely be transformed from the inside to. But don't worry, I made sure you wouldn't die. Where would the fun be in that?

Please kill me, anything, but please, make it stop.

Whistling a joyful tone, Morgana ripped off the top of the pumpkin, and started putting her hand in the dark red insides, throwing the flesh behind her back without caring where it would land, until the pumpkin was completely empty. Despite her head being emptied and carved in with a knife, Gal was still perfectly conscious. Her body was still trying to break free, but her strength seemed mostly gone.

-Now, let's put a smile on this face.

Slowly, Morgana carved a large mouth on her pumpkin. Gal was barely trying to fight now. Her body was covered in sweat. Suddenly, she could feel it. The air. A deep breath could be heard from her new head, as her lungs were filling with air for the first time since her transformation. She couldn't talk or move her mouth, but it was the first time she felt something remotely human about her new appearance.

Then, Morgana started carving two eyes, and Gal could at last see again. She had no idea how, but she could see her house, the sofa she was tied to, even her reflection in the mirror. She wanted to cry. She was a monster. She could also see the reflection of the witch, who was smiling as she was adding the finishing touches.

-And now, one last detail.

Gal suddenly felt her tormentor put something inside her head. She heard the sound of matches being lit.

-As long as this candle burns inside the pumpkin, you will never question my authority. You'll have no other ambition than pleasing me and serving me, like the loyal **** you are.

No, this can't be real, this can't be true, this can't...

All fear and pain disappeared as soon as the candle was lit. A glow now came out of Gal's new head, and the spirit that was now controlling her body was now staring at Morgana, waiting for her mistress' next command.

-Stand up, my servant.

The creature obeyed, letting the witch admire the perfect body that used to belong to Gal Gadot.

-Now, what should we do with a servant like you?

-What the hell is going on here?

Morgana turned towards the man who had just spoken to her and smiled when she saw Gal's husband, who had missed everything so far.

-Who are you? Where is my wife?

The husband suddenly froze when his eyes stopped on the outfit Gal's body was wearing. He recognized her dress, her body.

-G...Gal? he stuttered, a horrified look appearing on his face.

-My my, this could be interesting, said the witch with a cruel smile.