Fog rises from my cauldron as you step inside and see me, and I quickly tell you that I know you've sold your soul to Satan. Watch the pendant and just listen to the sound of my voice as you drift under my spell. It dawns on you that I could really screw up your whole life, work and home. You sink down quickly, feeling weak and powerless to do anything other than what you're told.

I expect you to give over everything to me, everything will be necessary to avoid being exposed for your religious activities. You do live in a conservative town, and the corporate office at work isn't go... Show more