Italian Story - Rivalry between witches #16
In a dark and ancient chamber, three powerful witches stood in a circle, their eyes fixed on a small vial containing a potent potion. Stella, Elizabeth, and Mayla were renowned for their ability to shrink their enemies, reducing them to insignificant specks. Today, they had set their sights on Gisy, another witch who had inadvertently crossed their path.
As one, the trio raised the vial above their heads and chanted an ominous incantation. A blinding flash of light enveloped Gisy, and when it cleared, she was no longer visible to the naked eye. The three witches laughed triumphantly, the sound echoing off the stone walls of their chamber.
"Look at her now," said Stella, her voice dripping with venom. "Once a threat, now a mere insect."
Elizabeth stepped forward, her foot clad in a shimmering veil. She raised her heel, preparing to crush Gisy beneath it. "Feel the weight of our power, little one. You should have known better than to challenge us."
Mayla joined in, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "I can't wait to watch you squirm, Gisy. Your pathetic pleas for mercy will fall on deaf ears."
With that, the three witches began their macabre dance of domination. They took turns trampling Gisy, their feet crushing her body like a bug. The once-proud witch begged for mercy, promising anything to spare her life, but her tormentors were deaf to her pleas.
As the minutes ticked by, Elizabeth and Stella grew bored with their plaything. They glanced at each other, their eyes flashing with a sinister intelligence. Without warning, they turned on Mayla, casting her aside like a broken doll.
"You're nothing but a novice, Mayla," spat Stella. "You have no idea what true power really is."
Elizabeth nodded in agreement. "You're weak, Mayla. You'll never be as strong as us."
With a flick of their wrists, Stella and Elizabeth reduced Mayla to their size, making her no bigger than an insect. They continued their dance, their footsteps growing heavier as they crushed Mayla beneath them.
Finally, the two remaining witches sat down in front of a mirror, admiring their veiled feet. They raised their soles, revealing the crushed remains of their former comrade. A smile spread across their faces as they realized that they were now truly alone, the only ones left to rule their dark domain.
"Do you wish to join us, my dear spectator?" taunted Elizabeth, her eyes glinting with malice.
Stella chimed in, "Or would you rather be the one beneath our feet, begging for mercy?"
The two witches leaned in closer, their breath warm against the camera lens. "Choose wisely, my dear viewer. For in our world, power is everything, and there is no room for weakness."
