Agatha & The Other One

Chapter 160: Agatha & The Other One

The burned witch had gone a long way to get back to safety. Her recent encounters with September and her party had taken a serious toll on her. She lost against her enemy. Something that the rest of The Trick-Or-Treating Orange Order did not appreciate too much. 

So, even though she came back to the ones who she called her friends after being burned during the battle, she was welcomed back at the secret hideout of the order with a lukewarm approach. Not with any open arms. As a matter of fact, Agatha was sent to jail. She was left in a dirty cell after she had been healed by the many doctors and nurses at the secret hideout. 

By the end of it, she still had burn marks a little all over her body. Unfortunately for her, it was never going to go away completely, but the medicine department at the hideout had done a tremendous job with. She had been saved. She no longer felt the overwhelming burning pain she felt following the battle. Most of the pain was gone. This was something she was thankful for. 

At least, she wouldn't be suffering from her wounds as much as she used to once she was left to rot in her cell. This was her punishment. What she had to go through for failing her mission to take September Autumn down. Originally, Agatha was convinced she was going to be able to successfully hunt and defeat her. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. That wasn't what happened, and she was filled with a massive amount of personal disappointment, which could be seen, oozing out of her. However, even though she was being kept in a dusty, rotting cell, Agatha still managed to look flamboyant yet superbly sexy as she was lying down on a dirty mattress. 

She was left wearing nothing but an orange bikini set. The top and the bottom of the bikini set were both sort of heavy with metallic borders and a solid material to it, which made it impossible for the witch to run too much. The bikini set reduced her movements quite a bit. This was the prisoner's outfit she was forced to wear at this time. 

Something Agatha didn't mind wearing too much, but she clearly knew the stories about this kind of outfit, if someone could call it that. Many other prisoners and slaves had worn this same copy of this bikini set. This was the kind of thing that The Trick-Or-Treating Orange Order often made their lady prisoners wear. 

Honestly, she never thought she'd be the one wearing this. But here she was. Failed one mission, one time, and this was the sort of fate any member of The Order had to face. She could very well have tried to run away and to avoid this, but deep down, Agatha knew that this would have been a mistake. 

Somehow, The Order would have been able to find her again and her punishment would have been a thousand times worse then. Not only that, but Agatha preferred facing the music right away. Go through the punishment process and move on. If she was allowed to move on. She clearly hoped she could have a redemption and continue to help The Order as much as possible. She was still hopeful it was going to be the case. 

All of a sudden, surprising her in her cell, the doors opened up. Quickly. She barely had time to turn her head around before she was made aware of her presence. Without even seeing her at first, she smelled her remarkable and powerful cinnamon scent that always accompanied her wherever she went. It was her. She was here. 

"I could never imagine you'd one day fail me…" she heard her strong, sensual voice. It could only be her. 

Agatha finished turning around in slow-motion as she was still lying down on the dirty mattress, which had countless dirt spots all over it, including, but not only, a long series of cum stains. Which Agatha was more or less forced to sit and lie on if she didn't want to have to sit down on the ground, which could be a lot worse all things considered. Even though, there wasn't much that felt worse than this horribly, dirty mattress. This was part of the punishment. 

She couldn't avoid it, unfortunately. When Agatha finally finished turning her head around, she was still shocked to be visited by her, even if she knew it was her based on her fantastic smell. It was the leader. Their leader. The head of The Trick-Or-Treating Orange Order. She slowly stepped into Agatha's cell and graced her with her presence. Agatha immediately bowed to her. She couldn't believe that she was being visited by her. Especially not here in this dungeon, at the lowest and deepest level of the secret hideout. All of a sudden, Agatha ended up sweating quite a bit. Her master wasn't supposed to be here. Yet, she was. Was this all part of the punishment process? The eye patch had no idea. She had never been punished. This was her first time and hopefully her last that she was in this type of situation. 

"You? Here?" Agatha murmured as she bowed to her master. 

"Agatha. I strongly believed that you were the one. I really thought you could take the former Witch Queen down. Yet, you disappointed us. You disappointed all of us. Do you have anything to say about your failure?" her master, who remained in the shadows and in the darkness of the cell during the time of the investigation, spoke with a warm tone in her voice. Even if she was here to punish Agatha on a deeper level, she didn't have a cold voice. She represented a beacon of light for the burned witch with the eye patch. She was. 

"I'm sorry, master… I am so sorry… I won't disappoint you next time… I promise you…" she apologized to her. 

"Are you aware of what's next?" the master in the shadows asked her, slightly turning her head around, making eye contact.

"I have no idea…" which was not her fault. No one knew what the punishment process was going to be like in advance within the ranks of The Order. However, the master didn't bother to tell her anything. It was simply going to happen… 

Sooner than she thought…