She doesn't... the story is a mystery to us both, in some ways (Pink Trigger)

Ugh... This girl is going on and on about things that don't fit my erotica at all. Witch, didn't you say I'd come to love Gretel as well as anyone in this story? I've given it a lot of time, but so far, the only thing I love about her is the feeling of her thighs caressing my cock.

"Is that so? Sorry for not being more lovely, Creep. Witch, if you're really there: know that I don't really care for this guy too much either."

Ah... Well, you still have mysteries worth exploring, don't you Gretel? I latched my fingers into her panties' sides, preparing to pull them off. She gave a sharp growl and grabbed the front, holding it up as I pulled from each side. She just barely held them on... I saw a bit of her red pubic hair peeking out from the hem as she complained loudly. I chuckled, then began to lick the line of her pussy against the panties, smiling lewdly into her face as I did. I heard her struggling to bite back little cries; she'd probably masturbated before, but had certainly never been assisted in being pleasured the way I was doing it now!

"Your time's up... dumbass...!" Gretel warned me, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as her panties tore, leaving her holding a little bit of fabric over her slit while I came away with the rest.

It always is, I retorted! I lifted her legs up, admiring the clear view of her pure white skin, just barely covered by that shred of fabric she clung to. I rubbed my hands along the inside of her legs teasingly. How does it feel to be a character in this story?

"... It feels like you're a mystery I have no hope of understanding. And I've decided that's okay..."

Gretel closed the book and left it on the desk of one of the mean girls she expected put it upon her desk originally to mock her. She placed her pen inside her pocket and sighed deeply... then tore ever page that she'd been writing notes upon cruelly from that book. So much analysis of my work and potential new stories, wasted... She threw those in the trash, then retrieved her book. She gave one more look down to the offensive literature she'd urged herself to read... Then closed her eyes irritably and walked out of the room.

It's not necessarily the end. There are other copies out there that will find their way to her. You left it half-finished, Gretel... Your curiosity isn't sated yet. You'll be back and I'll be waiting, forever and ever...