The Enchantress

Julian watched the pot boil. He added a few onions and some more garlic before walking over to the large pile of chopped wood he had put together earlier. He picked up some of the larger pieces to add to the fire. He wanted to make sure there was no chance of the fire going out.

She watched him without emotion, fully aware of the power she had over him. Anything he had told her. Anything at all that she needed he would provide, but he wasn’t expecting this.

‘Are you sure there isn’t anything else I can’t get for you?’ he asked with wide pleading eyes that silently begged her to change her mind.

‘Nothing’ she said quietly, ‘nothing at all.’

The wicked grin on her face said it all. His pain fuelled her excitement. Excited by her own powerful force and what it made men do.

He had met some of them. Some of the men who had been trapped by her beauty, by the power of her eyes, and he knew one thing for sure. None of them were alive today.

And with that Julian looked around. Everything that could be done had been done. And so he stepped onto the small stool and into the pot.

As his life flashed before him he realised just how many times he had given up his freedom for a beautiful woman.