When fourteen lost souls gathered together on an island, the witch of the island appeared and laughed at those poor souls.

How happy she was, to see them wandering in her territory. She then created a storm and isolated the fools on the island, cut off from the rest of the world.

But the witch was not someone who would eat her prey without toying with it first. Thus, she decided to give them a mountain of gold to prove her existence. But when the time came for the horrid creature to eat the souls, she appeared before each of them individually.

The first soul was quite a show-off, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul looked down upon her. The witch lifted her pipe and, with a gracious move, took its right eye as a trophy before eating the soul.

The second soul was a respectful one, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul greeted her warmly. The witch lifted her pipe and pierced a hole in its chest to take one of its bones as a trophy, before eating the soul.

The third soul was very intelligent, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul already knew its cruel fate. The soul tried to trick her but the witch, also very intelligent, saw through it. She lifted her pipe and cut its throat as a punishment for its insolence, before eating the soul.

The fourth soul was not as old as it looked like, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul offered her secret for eternal youth, in exchange of her life. The witch was amused, lifted her pipe and put it to an eternal slumber, then stole its secret before eating the soul.

The fifth soul was young and beautiful, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul offered to teach her the secret of beauty. The witch laughed, lifted her pipe and drowned it to see how ugly it could be, before eating the soul.

The sixth soul was pure, and when the witch appeared before it, she just accepted her death. The witch, disgusted to see a being so opposite to her, lifted her pipe and took its pure heart, before eating the soul.

The seventh soul was a sad one, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul was ready for the worst. The witch, who was quite annoyed by its courage, lifted her pipe and made it wander in the forest until no trace of its sanity remained, before eating the soul.

The eighth soul was full of dreams, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul thought she would grant its wish. The witch felt insulted, lifted her pipe and cut its head off, before eating the soul.

The ninth soul was a lonely soul, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul thought she was a friend. The witch lifted her pipe and, looking at the soul with a sad smile, she pierced its stomach to let go of the sadness inside, before eating the soul.

The tenth soul was a tough one, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul did not care about her existence. The witch, infuriated, lifted her pipe and stabbed it in the back with her most beautiful knife, before eating the soul.

The eleventh soul was a great liar, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul lied to her and claimed to be a witch itself. But the witch was not blind or stupid. She lifted her pipe and the poor soul could not breathe anymore. The witch watched it suffocating, before eating the soul.

The twelfth soul was sad and could not trust anything, and when the witch appeared before it, the soul thought it was an illusion. The witch lifted her pipe and erase its doubts, before eating the soul.

The thirteenth soul thought it could beat death itself, and when the witch appeared in front of it, the soul held its head high. The witch smiled at its recklessness, lifted her pipe and burnt it, before eating the soul.

The fourteenth and last soul had lost everything, and when the witch appeared in front of it, the soul cried out loud but none of its allies remained alive. The witch neither laughed nor smiled; she simply stood there, emotionless. The witch lifted her pipe and erased its sadness, before eating the soul.

The witch was now all alone, but she was not happy, she was not smiling, she was not laughing. The witch was crying, because she was once again all alone on the island, haunted by the cries of her many victims.

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