Amateur Witch

"The room was cloaked in shadows, lit only by the candles Laura had arranged on the floor. The only sound was her voice, reciting ancient words that flowed like whispers through the gloom. Her style was unmistakable: dark hair framing her pale face adorned with piercings, dark eyeshadow, and lipstick matching her entirely black wardrobe, except for the many metallic elements in the form of chains, buckles, and studs decorating her outfit.

As she chanted the lines from the grimoire open before her, something began to change. Purple lines of light started to trace themselves across the floor, forming an intricate circle filled with unknown runes and symbols. Laura’s words seemed to feed the growing energy, which built up until the room vibrated with a low hum.

The air tore like a silk veil, and at the center of the glowing circle, a figure began to materialize. At first, it was a rippling shadow, then a red silhouette, and finally, a small yet imposing creature emerged.

It was an imp, just as the texts had described: smooth red skin, golden eyes burning with mischievous cunning, and a grin that revealed sharp fangs. Her black hair cascaded down her back, and her curled horns and large ears gave her an impish charm. A thin tail with a pointed tip swayed behind her.

—Well, well, what a surprise —purred the imp, crossing her arms as she inspected Laura—. A little goth girl playing demon summoner. How original.

Laura swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure.
—I summoned you because I want to learn what I’m sure you can teach me about infernal magic —she said, striving to sound firm—. You’ll answer me, and then I’ll release you.

The imp laughed, a crystalline, mocking sound.
—Answer you? —she replied with feigned surprise—. And why would I do that, child?

—You can’t leave the circle, and I won’t let you go until you’ve answered my questions —Laura shot back, more confidently.

The imp raised an eyebrow and, with a mocking smile, stepped forward, crossing the circle’s edge effortlessly.
—Oh, sweetie… —she murmured, leaning toward Laura with dripping sarcasm—. You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you? Without a binding spell before the summoning, this circle is as effective at containing me as a chalk drawing on the ground.

Laura instinctively stepped back, stumbling slightly.
—S-stop! —she exclaimed, her heart pounding.

But the imp had no intention of obeying. With a swift movement, she lunged at Laura, pushing her to the ground. The girl fell onto her back, her skirt fluttering as her arms flailed in defense.
—And now, what should I do with you? —asked the imp, her grin brimming with malice. With a deft gesture, she allowed Laura to roll over and try to crawl away, only to grab her by one ankle. In a precise move, she pinned Laura’s leg with her own and slipped off one of her shoes.

—Hey! What the fuck are you doing, you damn beast? —Laura protested, face down and blushing furiously.

The imp ignored her words and lifted Laura’s now-bare foot, inspecting it curiously.
—You have surprisingly lovely feet for someone with a mouth like a drunken sailor —she remarked with a mischievous smile—. Let’s see just how sensitive they are.

—Don’t you dare! —Laura shouted, trying to free her leg.

The imp didn’t reply. Instead, she began to trace a claw gently along the sole of Laura’s foot. The girl let out a choked cry that quickly turned into involuntary laughter.

—N-no, stop! That tickles! —she cried between bouts of laughter, writhing on the floor as she tried to escape.

—Exactly —the imp replied with a wicked grin—. I think I’ll give you exactly what you were looking for—but in a far more entertaining way than a boring round of questions. Today’s lesson will cover the dire consequences of forgetting the binding spell before casting a summoning.

The creature continued, exploring every inch of Laura’s foot with her sharp claws, finding the most sensitive spots and exploiting them mercilessly. When she finished with one foot, she removed the other shoe and repeated the torment, giving Laura no chance to catch her breath.

—Please, stop! I can’t take it anymore! —Laura begged, her voice broken by laughter.

—Stop? —the imp repeated, feigning consideration as she drew circles on Laura’s sole with a claw—. But I’m only just getting started.

Minute after minute, Laura’s laughter filled the room, blending with the echo of the imp’s mocking giggles and taunts. Finally, when the creature seemed to grow bored, she released Laura’s feet and stood gracefully.

—Well, I think that’s enough for today —the imp said, placing her hands on her hips as she looked at the exhausted girl curled up in a corner of the room. Laura’s eyes were filled with tears, her makeup smeared, and she was still trembling—. You’re the clumsiest summoner I’ve ever met —the imp added, kicking Laura’s shoes back toward her—. Next time, remember, darling: always use a binding spell first. Or better yet, stick to something safer, like making TikTok videos.

Laura lay on the floor, breathless and utterly humiliated, as the imp vanished in a puff of red smoke, her triumphant smirk lingering in the air. The young woman swore never to summon anything again without being absolutely prepared—and perhaps without wearing thick socks to protect against the unexpected."

In case there’s any doubt, Laura is an adult, and the imp in this story is several thousand years old. As for me, the author, she’s only been around for a couple of weeks in my hard disk, ever since I created her for a previous scenario where she was the ticklee. Looking back, I wish I’d published these two scenarios in reverse order to give a sense of karmic justice. However, when I first created her for her original scenario, I hadn’t anticipated liking the final result so much that I’d reuse the character so quickly.