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He just cut a tree in half with no effort It hits ht has to be the Villain of this story I h the armies of this world like they're toy soldiers

I start forward

The crack of a whip makesme in half?"

"You tellstone from her"

"That's reasonable ButhearI face hiot the axe in one hand, the whip in the other, poised for battle Sexy as sin, I've also never seen anything so terrifying in all my life My chant of this is fiction sizzles and bursts into flames in the face of this e ? I mean, I'm not supposed to be here I had a bad day because of Jason and was drinking wine and watching TV and then blacked out andI'm not supposed to be here!" There's a hysterical note inI', or I assume he is There's no expression on his boar-face, but he's notto kill ht "This is a mistake"

"You are the witch"

"I', not run through forests or eat jerky or wear big boots or talk to birds!" I' the words, but I don't care

"You are a neitch I will show you" He strides towards es to still soles the whip loose and winds it deftly, replacing it at his hip

Thein the real world He's too beefcake-y, too perfect to be anything other than a character in a book Wide, thick, muscular torso, lean abdohs that make me drool, or would, if not for his weird boar's head

Should I run away instead of stare at hi at his chest when he approaches and halts close enough for me to smell him Some part of me melts