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Dorothy was cornered, trapped in a room, waiting for the hourglass to reach the bottom.

She was scared. The witch's words echoed in her head

"I'll get you my little pretty, and your little dog too!"

She couldn't help but think about her eventual demise, and what about poor little Toto?

The hourglass was done, the witch barged into the doors.

"Alright, time is up! Time to finally take off those ruby slippers."

The witch forced Dorothy to sit, and proceeded to yank off her slippers, yielding her beautiful ruby toes.
From that moment, the witch could smell hints of Kansas. It was the smell of innocence. And it was just too delicious, she had to have them immediately.

"My my my, what pretty feet you have. I wonder what they taste like."

"No!" Dorothy exclaimed! "You can't do that!"

The witch totally ignored her. Her monkey fiends held Dorothy down as the witch proceeded to suck on her toes.
From Dorothy's salty sweaty soles, the witch could taste all of the lands Dorothy traveled through, from Munchkin land to the Emerald city.
Dorothy's toes clenched as the witch sought to explore the crevasses of her toes with her tongue.

"We will have to prepare you for stew, after all, we need to celebrate retrieving my sister's slippers" exclaimed the witch

"No." Dorothy cried. "Nooooooo".

The monkeys did not waste any time. The carried Dorothy to the dungeon where they were going to prepare her for dinner.
The cauldron was filled with vile green stew and a flame was cast. Dorothy was tied up and thrown into the stew as the stew was brought to a simmer.
Dorothy's beautiful feet stuck out of the pot, kicking for life. The witch used this time to season her soles with herbs and spices.

The stench of Dorothy's soles filled the dungeon, as Dorothy's toes squirmed, as she fought for breath and the rising temperature.

"This is going to one of my best meals" the witch thought.

Description
Dorothy was cornered, trapped in a room, waiting for the hourglass to reach the bottom.

She was scared. The witch's words echoed in her head

"I'll get you my little pretty, and your little dog too!"

She couldn't help but think about her eventual demise, and what about poor little Toto?

The hourglass was done, the witch barged into the doors.

"Alright, time is up! Time to finally take off those ruby slippers."

The witch forced Dorothy to sit, and proceeded to yank off her slippers, yielding her beautiful ruby toes.
From that moment, the witch could smell hints of Kansas. It was the smell of innocence. And it was just too delicious, she had to have them immediately.

"My my my, what pretty feet you have. I wonder what they taste like."

"No!" Dorothy exclaimed! "You can't do that!"

The witch totally ignored her. Her monkey fiends held Dorothy down as the witch proceeded to suck on her toes.
From Dorothy's salty sweaty soles, the witch could taste all of the lands Dorothy traveled through, from Munchkin land to the Emerald city.
Dorothy's toes clenched as the witch sought to explore the crevasses of her toes with her tongue.

"We will have to prepare you for stew, after all, we need to celebrate retrieving my sister's slippers" exclaimed the witch

"No." Dorothy cried. "Nooooooo".

The monkeys did not waste any time. The carried Dorothy to the dungeon where they were going to prepare her for dinner.
The cauldron was filled with vile green stew and a flame was cast. Dorothy was tied up and thrown into the stew as the stew was brought to a simmer.
Dorothy's beautiful feet stuck out of the pot, kicking for life. The witch used this time to season her soles with herbs and spices.

The stench of Dorothy's soles filled the dungeon, as Dorothy's toes squirmed, as she fought for breath and the rising temperature.

"This is going to one of my best meals" the witch thought.