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Eskara has been enslaved to the evil warlock Garamond for the last three years, and tonight, on her eighteenth birthday, she is doomed to become a sacrifice for one of Garamond’s spells. She doesn’t want to die, but she is resigned to her fate.

Until Emmett steals her away, that is. The hot, gruff woodcutter doesn’t know why he’s drawn to the young witch, but when he sees an evil old man trying to kill her, he has to intervene. Emmett inadvertently claims Eskara, and he has to consummate before the sun goes down or they both die. But when Garamond uses his great power to steal Eskara away again, how can Emmett ensure she is safe, permanently?

Note: The bad guy is a total bastard. This 12,000-word short story contains much unpleasantness. If you prefer lighter stories, this one's probably not for you

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“First, you need to be cleansed on the inside,” he said. He led her to the magic workroom, where he crafted spells. Heart sinking, Eskara saw a stand with a square bag attached to it. A pipe ran down from it. She hated enemas. “Why did I put ginger in the enema, girl?” He fired questions like this at her all the time. An incorrect answer would be followed by punishment. Her ass clenched at the fact there was ginger in the enema. She hated ginger. It burned worse than anything else. But she knew she had to answer his question. She had expected the enema to mean they were summoning the Water Elemental, since all four elements had to be called for the ritual to work, but clearly Garamond had other ideas.

“Because we need to invoke the Fire Elemental for the great bonfire tonight, Master,” she replied dutifully. Her stomach was filled with angry bees.

“Correct. Get into position,” he ordered. She knew, by now, how to kneel for an enema. She got down on her hands and knees, then pressed her head to the floor and thrust her bottom up so the liquid would flow into her more easily. Her clit twitched as it always did when she had to take a submissive position. She hated that her body responded to this.

Something cold and fibrous pressed against the opening to her bottom. She gasped at the first bite.

“I carved the nozzle for your enema from a fresh root of ginger,” Garamond remarked. Of course. That pesky fire elemental caused Garamond to do some of the worst things. He must have drilled through the center of the root to ensure the enema would flow through it. Evil burning fire filled Eskara’s bottom as she felt him pushing at the root, until it found its place as she began to shake and cry.

Then, the warm liquid began to flow. At first, she was relieved because it distracted her from the burning in her ring of muscle. However, after several seconds, she realized the ginger inside the enema was doing something much worse to her body.

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