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Will found a witch in a cave under an old hill. He walked on her trail for eight days and now, finally, was rewarded. Thirst for revenge was much stronger than fatigue and pain.

He was the only man who decided on this. Everyone else: Lloyd, Gareth, Adrian and even three-toed John were afraid. Pathetic panties. Will cursed them all the way. A month ago, the damned witch sent a mora on their village. The disease has wiped out all the children, but no one wanted to pay tribute to the servant of Satan in justice. They all chose to stay in homes, mourn their daughters and sons, but Will did not think that grief was the way out. Nothing will heal his wounds, but retribution may dull the pain.

More took his child. Caleb was only nine. The boy lay with the heat for a whole week, and then he was gone. Will held his son by the hand when life left him. Will's wife - Sarah - could not stand the loss. A man found her a day later in the barn, dangling from the ceiling with a noose around his neck. He wanted to go after her then, but it was too early to die.

While the witch is alive, it makes sense to live for him too. This creature will pay in full for all the grief that it brought to peaceful people.

So he decided, took a gun from the wall, took supplies on the road and set off. People discouraged him, they said that in the forest Will would find only his own death. Fools. He died when Caleb and Sara were gone. Now there is nothing left in him but a thirst for revenge.

Eight long days, Will walked through the thicket. Three times he was attacked by wild animals, once broke into a ravine, but it was not stopped. When a man came across an old hill, like a thorn in the middle of the wilderness, I realized that I had reached the goal. He quickly found the cave entrance. From darkness struck death and cold. Yesterday, it seemed to Will that the forces were about to leave him, but now they have returned to him. The hand gripped the hilt of the gun so tightly that its knuckles turned white. And then the man stepped into the darkness.

The cave turned out to be more spacious than he expected. Bones of animals were scattered here and there, walls were filled with symbols and phrases in dead languages, mortars, bowls and strange vessels rested on the rickety wooden tables. The darkness of the grotto was lit up by the dim light of a few candles, and a stream flowed in the middle of the cave.

The witch was there. Will noticed her immediately. She was sitting by the stream, washing her hands, but noticing the uninvited guest, she rose to her feet and stared at the man in dismay.

She immediately understood why he came. Will's face, full of anger and hatred, spoke more eloquently than any words. Gray, blood-drenched eyes looked straight at the witch.

Will imagined her completely different. People in the village all as one said that the witch is a scary looking old woman, whose face and hands are covered with nasty warts, and her teeth are sharpened, like animal fangs. Her hair is sparse and gray, the skin is full of scabs, and on long, ugly fingers, sharp claws grow. However, there was no old woman standing in front of Will.

The witch turned out to be a beautiful young woman. In appearance she was no more than twenty-five. Slender girl camp attracted bends and steep hips, which could envy even Sarah. The witch was dressed in baggy clothes, but even in them her feminine figure could be traced, the shape clearly resembling an hourglass. Large breasts heaved with every breath. The witch's hands were pale and tender-looking. No scabs or claws. And the face ... Will has never before met a woman more beautiful. Framed by a waterfall of thick red hair, flowing down to the waist itself, it was decorated with emeralds of large green eyes, a scattering of charming freckles and a slight swelling of the red lips. Her nose was small, slightly upturned, sharp chin, neat. Sure, the witch was amazingly beautiful.As a man, Will could not deny this, but he understood what he needed to do. Suddenly, doubts were born to him inside himself. It was not easy to drive them away, but rage helped to cope with everything.

The girl clenched her hands into fists and took a step back. Will just now noticed that she was trembling. Separated from the shadows, he moved on her - huge, sweaty and full of anger. Muscles bumped under a soaked through shirt. Broad shoulders were strained. Covered with stiff hair clutched his gun. The girl staggered, looking up at him. Not surprising. The witch was no more than five feet tall, whereas all six and a half fit in Will.

- Scary, bitch? He croaked.

His voice was reflected from the stone - formidable and full of threat.

The witch put her hands in front of her, as if trying to defend herself. It won't save you, thought Will. He hit backhand, putting in his hand all his anger and determination. The girl squeaked and immediately fell to the ground, spitting blood and barely audible whimper. Tears flashed on her cheeks did not convince a man. The beast woke up in Will and now it was necessary to sate him.

Throwing his gun behind his back, he grabbed the witch by the fiery shock of hair and roughly pulled it at himself, forcing the unfortunate to throw his head back. Scarlet streams flowed from the broken nose. Her lower lip was bleeding too. The girl’s left cheek glowed scarlet. Greens big eyes dimmed from tears, but the horror in them almost was not felt. In the girl's eyes, Will read the calm, as if she had already accepted everything that threatens her and reconciled with her fate. Probably, she even waited for someone to come here and her fright was temporary, caused by surprise. The witch looked at Will without apparent fear, but at the same time without pride and arrogance. She just meekly and humbly waited for his fate, and this infuriated the man most of all. It would be better if the girl spat and cursed.

- You killed them! He shouted. - Killed them all! For what?

In response, silence.

Will again hit the witch in the face - this time weaker, with the back of his hand.

- For what? - he repeated. - They were children! Nothing innocent! You took everything from me! My son, my wife! My whole life!

The girl just shook her head weakly. Will punched her in the stomach and the witch coughed. He pulled the witch by the collar and the fabric creaked.

- Why are you silent? - he roared.

His hard, rough fingers clutched at her chin, forcing the witch to keep an eye on him. His eyes touched the mouth ajar, and then Will understood the reason for the girl’s silence. The witch had no language. Rather, he was shortened enough to make it impossible for the hostess to speak. Who did this to her he was unaware.

Hand again clenched into a fist. The man swung, and the girl closed her eyes. Now he will hit her! Will beat again and again, dirty hands with warm blood, and will not stop until it deprives her life. Until it crushes her godless skull.

Something stopped Will at the last moment. His gaze slid over his wet cheeks, over his freckles and quivering lips. As if in obedience to instincts, he descended below to the torn top of her clothes, clung to the bare pink shoulder, the smoothness of young skin, to the full elastic chest, almost slipping out. Will felt the waves of excitement running through his body, mixed with hatred and anger, from which this sweet feeling turned into something more intoxicating and intoxicating.

Yes, this creature is inhuman. Under the skin of a lamb lies an evil merciless creature. Will understood this. But, damn it, how good this shell was. Thoughts that he violently pushed away, got into his head, but they still got the upper hand.

“No,” whispered his weathered lips. “You don't deserve easy death.” - He took out a knife from his belt and put a red-haired girl at the throat. - You will die. You will surely die. But before you pay me the damage.

Will's eyes were bloodshot. Something inhuman was awakening in him. With force, he pulled the witches' rags over himself and the fabric once more creaked loudly, torn to pieces.

In one strong movement, Will put the girl on her walking legs ...