Twisted Slough my life is a play, is a play

 this encounter's rapidly descending into dreamy horror and while witchbaby likes to play a witch she does not like the role the looming man is giving her. a yelp escapes her at his teeth in her scruff - she jerks but she is small and goes down easily, eyes screwed shut, expecting - something, but then instead of pain there is his leg against her mouth and the funny word drink and her eyes snap open with the smear of blood against her lips. "eugh," the scarlet girl groans, unable to escape the blood in her mouth, "gross." whatever weird kink he's indulging she's glad at least he has not cut her, yet, and she wriggles violently, attempting to break away so that she can disappear into the gloom of the woods.