Pussy connection

Karen stepped out of the club, feeling the cool air on her skin as she took a deep breath. She had had a great time tonight, letting loose and dancing with her friends. But as she glanced to the sound of laughter, she couldn't help but notice the woman who was still inside, surrounded by a group of men.

The woman was gorgeous, with long, flowing black hair and a slim, tonnes body that commanded attention. Karen felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the woman laugh and flirt with the men. She couldn't understand why everyone was so drawn to her. She was clearly just a slut, **** for attention.

As Karen began her walk home, she couldn't shake the feeling of envy that had taken hold of her. She muttered under her breath, calling the woman a slut and making fun of her. She didn't care if anyone heard her. She was just glad to be rid to vent the jealousy that had been building inside of her.

But as she turned the corner, she heard a voice behind her. "I hope you're happy, calling me names like that," the woman said, her voice filled not with anger, but with amusement.

Karen turned around, surprised to see the woman standing there. "What are you talking about?" she asked, trying to play innocent.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," the woman said, her eyes flashing with a unknown hunger. "You stood there and called me a slut, just because I was getting attention from men. While everyone ignored the mating call whines of…. A Karen? Suitable name. Well, I have news for you, Karen. I am not a slut. I am a witch. And I am going to curse you for the way you treated me."

Karen laughed, thinking the woman was joking. "Yeah, right," she said. "You're a witch. Sure you are."

Eyes flashing green with power and the wind swept around Karen "I am a witch, and I am going to curse you," she said. "Starting tomorrow, your life is going to spiral out of control. You'll beg for mercy within a week."

Karen's could only roll her eyes as she realized the woman was serious. Strutting away Karen had no idea that it was all too late. The curse had already been cast.

As Karen made her way home, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over her. She tried to tell herself that the woman was just a crazy person, but somehow the idea kept crossing her mind. had she really been cursed?

When she finally reached her front door, she fumbled with her keys, her hands shaking. She stumbled inside and collapsed onto her bed, her mind racing. What kind of curse would a witch even use in this day and age?

As she drifted off to sleep, she heard a voice echoing in her head. "The curse begins tomorrow," the voice said. "You'll beg for mercy within a week."