The Red Thread
A metaphorical story with a evil sorceress who has possibly met her match, in more ways than one
Once upon a time, there was a wicked sorcerous
Who would lure people to their doom with her beauty and drain away their life force
She always knew when she had them. For whenever she did, a thread wrapped around her pinky would appear and lead her right to them.
That is until one day, a cardinal red thread appeared not on her pinky, but all around her right arm.
What was this? She could not stand for a being such as her to be swindled by a spell such as her own.
She followed the thread with a knife in her spare hand, ready to slaughter the insolent beast who dared to target her.
When she reached the end of thread, however, she was met with no monster nor beast.
Instead she faced a ravishing woman, with hair red as blood and voice smooth as wine
The sorceress stood motionless, as it was already far too late. For this was no woman…but a succubus witch.
Throughout the journey to the witch, the thread had traversed to heart from skin. Trapping her heart in a spider-web tied desire.
As their lips fused together to commence a passion filled night, the sorceress loosened her grip and let fall the knife.