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The man grinned and said, "For this night you will be my **** and do whatever I ask of you. You are very beautiful and I have a wish to make you mine for a night." His bent little hand roamed over the front of her dress and he squeezed her breast.

The peasant girl shuddered but did not push his touch away. Instead she swallowed her disgust and sighed, "Yes, I agree, for I cannot spin straw into gold and have no wish to die."

"Good, it is settled than." The little man said, giving her breast one last squeeze. He then clapped his hands and in a poof of smoke some of the straw was gone and gold was on the ground in its place. The miller's daughter gasped when she saw it. She bent closer and saw that the ugly, dirty straw had in fact been turned into precious metal. It was than she remembered her promise. She spun back around to face the nasty little man but found in his place was a large, muscular man. The man towered above her petite height by over a foot.

"What - ?" She stammered.

"You do not think my only trick is turning straw into gold, do you? I can become whoever I wish to be." The man smirked and came closer. "And you, my dear, are now mine for the night."