Before I could react, the girl already pointed her knife at my neck. "Move and you're dead," she whispered. I could smell breath on the side of my face. "Now, tell me, how many lives have you taken already?"
"What are you talking about?" I pretended not to know.
"Stop playing dumb, Lil. I know you're on a mission to kill a hundred people, aren't you?" She asked.
"How did you know? Are you a clairvoyant?"
"I don't need to have a supernatural ability to know that you're an enemy. The truth is, I also have a master, someone who gave me a mission to kill a hundred people, and you're one of them," she said.
"I think you're ready to die," I said.
"Huh? How can you say that in this situation?"
I grabbed her arm and kicked her leg, making her crouch. I used all my strength to turn the knife towards her. I could see the fear in her teary eyes. She must have underestimated me, thinking I was weak, but she had no idea about everything I've been through, things that made me strong.
"Lil, please, don't kill me," she pleaded. But her supplication had no effect on me.
I slowly pushed the knife, stabbing her chest until she bled. I wondered how she could show an evil smile despite being in this situation, but I ended her life anyway.
"Hey, Lil!" Someone called my name behind me. Her voice sounds familiar.
When I looked back, I realized it was the same girl I stabbed. "How come?" I asked in confusion. "But I already killed you."
"I can see the future, Lil; of course I knew you would do that. So I changed the story by giving you the wrong enemy," she said and laughed like a devil. Her young-looking face turned into an old woman. "Foolish boy."
"Don't move!" I pointed the knife at her. Please, God, forgive me if I'm going to kill an old woman, but she didn't seem like an ordinary human but a witch.
"You can't say that to me, Lil." She pointed a stick at me. A dark smoke came out from its tip, flowed toward me, and swirled around me, making me unable to move.
"What's happening?" I asked.
I felt so dizzy; everything around me was blurred, like I was riding a roller coaster spinning at a very high speed. I saw the dark smoke come back to the stick, and the witch smiled before everything turned black.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself tied to a table, like some kind of food. I tried to speak, but my mouth was covered with a stick. I saw the old witch. She was stirring something in a large pot.
"Finally awake?" she asked, approaching me with a knife in her hand, the same knife I used to stab that girl. "Let's see if you taste good."
I trembled in fear. Help! I tried to scream, but I barely made a sound. I struggled as she cut my ear. It was so painful. Blood streamed to my face as she raised my cut ear. I couldn't see clearly. She showed an evil smile as she moved to the other side of the table and cut my other ear too.
I couldn't think of anything due to pain. Tears streamed down my eyes. She walked to her pot and threw my ears inside. Then, she came back and said, "Unfortunately, those aren't enough. I have to cut your dick too."
She took off my pants. Did she really mean it? I didn't want to be castrated. But she didn't stop; she took off my briefs and was about to cut my thing when someone barged in.
"Grandma, what are you doing?" The girl asked. She has long, curly blonde hair, brown eyes, fair skin, and a pointed nose. She was wearing a tiny skirt and a white sleeveless top. She covered her eyes when she saw us.
"No, this is not what you're thinking," the witch said.
But it was exactly what I was thinking. I had an erection due to fear, especially when she held my thing. I couldn't even think properly due to embarrassment. My face was blushing. I just want to disappear.
"I'm sorry for interrupting!" The girl walked out of the room, and the witch followed her, leaving me behind.
I finally had the chance to free myself. I used my imagination to untie myself, wore my pants, and recovered my ears using healing and regeneration magic. I immediately hid under the table before they could get inside. I could have escaped already, but I wanted to learn more about them.
"Where did he go?" The witch asked.
"I don't know," the girl replied.
"This is your fault, Kaila. You shouldn't have done that. Now, he escaped," the witch said.
"Why are you always blaming me, you old hag?" The girl asked. "And why did you catch him anyway?"
"He's one of your enemies, so I have to catch him. I've done you a favor, yet you can't even respect me. Now you'll have to find him. He couldn't have gotten far," the witch said.
I used concealment magic to hide myself and sneaked out from the room. I ran as I accidentally touched the door, making some sounds that caught their attention. The witch attacked me with magic, but I dodged and ran as fast as I could. They chased after me, but I lost them. I stopped in the woodland and used my imagination to go back to the island to see Cain. That witch was undoubtedly powerful.
"Lil, where have you been?" Cain asked, standing on the front porch of the bungalow. "I've been looking for you, but you weren't around."
"Something really bad happened. I was caught by a witch, and now they are now looking for me," I said.
"A witch?" Cain asked. "Are you sure it was a witch? Can you describe her appearance?"
"She has long, curly, white tresses, brown eyes, and an evil smile on her face. She could also transform," I said.
"A witch that can transform—that sounds familiar."
"Do you know her?" I asked.
"I'm not really sure, but maybe she's not a witch but a ghost, just like me," he said.
"A ghost? But how? How could a ghost transform into a beautiful young girl?"
"Poltergeist," he said. "It allows us to do things we can't. This power grew stronger every time we killed someone."
"So that's what it is?" I asked.
"I'm not sure yet, but you have to be ready, Lil. If that witch could catch you, then she must be very strong," he said.
"She wasn't alone. She has a companion, a girl the same age as me," I said.
"That girl must be cursed too, just like you. Did you hear something else, like their names?"
"Yeah, I heard the witch called the girl Kaila, but I didn't know the name of the witch. I would have been castrated if I didn't escape immediately," I said.
"Where did they take you?"
"In the woodland. A shack," I replied. "That's why I thought it was a witch. She said I was her enemy. She knew that I have a mission to kill a hundred people."
"That is bad. That must be a clairvoyant ghost," Cain said. "I haven't reached that level yet, but I can use some prediction; that's how I knew where your enemies are located. We came here because of them, but it seems like they are stronger than us. We'll have to retreat for now."