To the witch, carefully.

I eventually decided to press on; If I returned to Barley, then I'd surely end up attacking someone at random and that would be a good way to end up on the end of some farmer's pitchfork.

I put my enhanced senses to good use, following minuet traces in the earth and the faintest scents to track my way to the witch's lair. I even managed to avoid three other dead-things; their scent was strong and distinctive. Once, I was nearly found by one, but I managed to escape it by hiding in a nearby river.

So, I was wet, miserable, and hungry when I came upon the natural cave. With my demonic eyes I could see an outpouring of dark aura from the fissure in the wall. I found myself salivating at the sight of it; my stomach singing its need aloud. I put a hand to my gut and started towards the cave entrance.

I stopped by its side, peering into the dark. I could see that the entrance stretched for about twenty feet, and then it abruptly opened into a circular room. I considered my options for a moment; I tried to plan my entrance and attack.

I could try simply to sneak towards the opening and attack with my knife. I could throw it, and then rush the witch in the confusion. The problem with that was simply that I didn't know anything about the witch. They could be any age or gender, they could be well armed or cloistered behind a dozen layers of magic defense.

I could also try what I'd done to Anna's mother and try to side-step any conflict with a spray of my tar-like cum, but of course that would only work if they were a woman. . .

Perhaps, I'd never tested it on a man.

There were so many variables, but honestly I had to make a choice. This could be the best chance I'd ever get.