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The Book of Potions lay bare, surrendering itself to her unmasked desires, now probably on the verge of accomplishment.
"This is perfect," she thought, proudly surveying the violet concoction that she produced from the combination of viola, blue berries and powdered herbs, each of the ingredients added to the solution in a perfect ratio.
The Skull of Wisdom stared at her blankly, witnessing sadly the misuse of an art that was once considered sacred, but now re-christened as dark, falling prey to the greed and hunger of so many witches and wizards over the year.
Purple desired his touch, the softness of her skin rustling against his hairy chest, their lips consuming the fire burning in her soul; but alas, he was happily married and in love with his wife, ignoring the subtle advances that Purple made towards him, hurting her deeply, in turn forcing her to find an alternative solution to have her way with him.
"Tonight," she laughed, "he shall drink this potion of lust, and then, he will be my toy."
This Story is shared with Five Sentence Fiction and the Prompt is Potions.





































