Bathed in blue light, you come upon my cabin in the dark woods and look to me for assistance. You may think I look like a witch, but of course I'm not a witch. Witches are figments of our imagination, only folklore! Witches are in your head.

I offer you a drink, you take a sip and warmth spreads through your body, you're feeling SO relaxed.

When all inhibition has left you and your legs are open wide I pull out a large, rusty metal rod to peg you with. It takes your breath away as I slide it into your eager, open hole.

Deeper, deeper into The Cult of Molly Silver....

Bathed in blue light, you come upon my cabin in the dark woods and look to me for assistance. You may think I look like a witch, but of course I'm not a witch. Witches are figments of our imagination, only folklore! Witches are in your head.

I offer you a drink, you take a sip and warmth spreads through your body, you're feeling SO relaxed.

When all inhibition has left you and your legs are open wide I pull out a large, rusty metal rod to peg you with. It takes your breath away as I slide it into your eager, open hole.

Deeper, deeper into The Cult of Molly Silver.