Her body curled up into a ball in the center of Her bed, head heavy and limbs achingly stiff after being painted red by the witch’s hand. She had come to crave the sting over time, the harsh pain of it and the soft words that followed as she lay spread out across the sheets. The Dark Witch cared for her in some twisted little way, and now that she had nothing at all to go back to there was only one thing left for her.