Meet the Witchmother

As you regain consciousness, you groan, slowly coming to. Your arms are tied, and you feel the cold air on your skin, so you can tell you've been stripped. But for the moment, your head is covered by a sack, so you have nothing but feeling to go off of.

You hear the slow, beautiful laugh you've grown used to, and gulp. The sack is pulled off of your head, and you are greeted by the form of the Witchmother.

You immediately notice that the room is packed- it seems all demons and witches have been called to bear witness to your fate. Despite how unimportant it is in the moment, you struggle against your binds to turn your chest out of their view. What an embarrassment...

Your teeth are chattering, both from the cold of the exposed air and a an all-powerful fear, until your chin is violently grasped, and your neck craned upward to look into the smugly beaming face of the Mother.

"My, my. Weren't you a little fighter." The room briefly chimes in with laughter and taunts as she breaks the silence, staring into your eyes. She isn't smiling anymore, and she casts you aside, walking away.

"You and your Guild. You'll never learn, will you?" She taunts, peering at you. "But how I love to teach." Approaching you once more, she pats your head in a motherly manner.

"I am a caring person at heart." She says, speaking with sincerity. "And I can forgive." She gestures to the room at large. "We all can. We can ignore what you've done here today, what you sought to do- and take you in as one of our own. As a sister."

"We can teach you how to live a life free of men." She adds, stroking your hair. She stands behind you, and as she speaks, she begins to braid your hair. "Whatever you think of yourself, of your guild, you're nothing but one of their pawns." All you can make yourself do is breathe, fear freezing your entire form.

"So you have two options, going forward. Join us, and become a sister of our very own, for turn down my gracious offer and be treated like a prisoner." She finishes with your hair, and takes a knee in front of you, taking a hand to your chin again to meet your gaze, this time delicately, with care.

"But I don't want to have to treat you that way. And I know you don't want that for yourself." She gestures to a witch in the crowd, who brings out a robe. Mother drapes this over your shoulders, positioning it to cover your breasts for the moment, and offer you some comfort.

You think to yourself. Could this really be so bad? You would be safe here, and properly belong to a family, in a way the guild could never see you. Witches from the crowd offer kind and understanding expressions- you wonder just how many of them joined in similar ways, but find it hard to concentrate due to the ravenous looks from the demons dotting the room.

"Of course..." Mother whispers, disrupting your thoughts. "You do have to make up for the damage. Every demon in this room is going to have their way with you, and you will service them like it's all you guild girls are good for." There is no longer any kindness in her voice, and despite the smile on her face, the disgust in her eyes tells you that it's to herself.

"Not that you'll meet a very different fate should you say no." She adds with a light laugh, followed by thunderous laughing around the room, and then walks back to her throne, where she sits, awaiting your answer.

What do you think?