The Death of a Pixie


As the first pangs of fear began to pull at Jink she thought to herself- What do I have to be afraid of? I can fight anyone anytime and what's more, I always win. Let her do her worst she can't beat me, I'm the best just ask one of my competitors, if any of them are still alive. OH, who am I kidding, certainly not myself!!- the fear gradually increased as they neared the building and the evil one.

"It's about time you blathering idiots got back!! Do you know what I've been doing while I've had to wait for you so long?" she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"What's that your grace?" asked the pixie ringleader.

"I've been making plans," she said "I don't think you'll like my plans."

"Why not?" he said swallowing his fear loudly.

"Simply because..." she moved with lightening speed as she grabbed him by the neck, pulled him close to her, and began the torture. First she pulled his wings off, then took out a tiny little knife which she used to stab his tiny body until he was nothing but slimey, mushy pulp in her ivory white hands, "my plans are of your pain", she giggled.

"So I trust you've brought me my kin," she said, addressing the trembling pixies.

"Yes, your grace," one of them shakily whispered.

"Good, put her in the chambers I had prepared, bathe and dress her if she refuses to do it herself," she said to a vile looking minotaur. He nodded then grabbed Jink's arm and pulled her towards the building, Charsa following at a leisurely pace, smiling to herself. "It's been so long since I've seen the family."

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