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A Witch's Guise

"Tell her that I have someone new. She has the perfect physique and I think the customers will enjoy her."

There was a pause and I could barely make out some baritone voices.

"No, this one's very helpless. I have her under my clutches, she can't go anywhere."

There were more incoherent echoes.

"-she's a silly redhead who can't even discern her left from her right. If she goes missing, no one will look for her. None of her family lives here that's why she's the perfect target. I too have some of my very own customers who can't wait to have her."

I was giving Harriet the benefit of doubt all this time but then I knew the truth. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was talking about me, and the way she demeaned my personality was impressive. Now, I was going to prove her wrong.

It was more than shocking to see that she had something to do with all the missing girls in that café and apparently I was the next target.

Turning the burnished knob, I stepped into the room.