Make Matters Worse

A witch is a witch, and you were hired to put them down.

You do your best to make your way to the girl, dancing between the mad thrashing of the beast. She cries out in joy as you reach her, desperately reaching out to you, until in one swift movement, you scoop her off her feet and spread her legs.

Fighting against both the now frantic witch and the writhing demon is not easy, but you manage to pull her legs apart, and spear her onto the demon in one swift movement- and that was all it took.

The warden took over immediately, ravaging the young girl's insides with a tool nearly the size of her as she cries out, staring at you with tears falling down her face. But slowly her face goes more and more numb, losing all expression as she accepts her fate.

You scatter back to a safe distance before the demon can do any damage, looking back smugly at the witch who is clearly doing her best attempt at escaping to a happy place, but failing miserably with each and every brutal thrust. She seems to realize this herself, beginning to cry out for help- and you can't blame her, you wince to imagine yourself in her position.

Looking at the vast array of tools kept for the prison, you hatch one last idea idea. You approach the screaming girl, darting in and safely make it out of the clutches of the beast one last time, taking only one last look at your handiwork before moving on.

The demon continues to pump into the witch with all it has, and she can do nothing but let tears flow down her cheeks- the muzzle you locked onto her will ensure nobody takes notice of any cries for help.

You make your way onward as the demon's scales shred the last bits of her robe, leaving her to her fate. It's time to get back to the Witchmother.