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England, October 31st, 1641. The three old hags - Magda, Miriam and Mary - sit in their cave, huddling round the fire. They are toasting a horny toad, what might be their last meal - Matthew Hopkins, the Witch Finder General, and his men are on their trail. The women are exhausted already from the chase, drained it seems of their magical powers. As they stare into the fire, watching the toad swell and char, they see themselves burning on the town bonfire to the delight of the jeering crowds.
But Magda, always the strongest, the most ruthless of the three, refuses to accept her fate. As she turns the toad on the skewer, its fat spitting and crackling in the flames, she murmurs a last Black Spell:
Horny toad on consuming fire
Cast us from this hopeless mire
Horny toad on burning flame
Deliver us from our funeral pyre.
She takes the toad from the fire and allows it to cool on the skewer. Miriam and Mary cackle with excitement, drooling like dogs on a leash, hungry for meat. Magda fights them off from tearing the toad from the skewer, hissing at them to wait. They cower back and watch her as she reaches into the pouch that's tied around her neck.
"Is it the Black Powder, you're using?" ventures Miriam.
Magda snarls at her to be quiet and takes a pinch of powder to scatter over the cooked meat. She takes up the skewer and holds the toad over the fire again. Miriam and Mary, now delirious with excitement and fear, rub their gnarled, bony hands, not knowing what to expect but willing to accept anything but their final end. Together they chant the spell as the toad starts to spit and crackle again, it's charred body ballooning to bursting point. The hags chant the spell over and over, more and more urgent and desperate.
Soon the pounding of hooves and the shouts of the witch finders echo into the cave. Miriam and Mary hesitate, despairing of redemption, but Magda leads them on - chanting louder, faster, and more intensely. And as their nemesis, Matthew Hopkins, strides into the cave with his men, they look up and burst into defiant laughter. Before the witch finders can rush them, the flames whoosh up into a fierce, hot fireball and consume the hags. The men fall back to the entrance of the cave, shielding themselves from the fierce heat and when the inferno subsides, they step back inside with some trepidation. What monstrosity might confront them? When they discover no trace of the women, they cheer their satisfaction but Hopkins shakes his head and curses to himself. His lieutenant does not understand.
"But Master Hopkins! They have been destroyed!"
"My good man, where do you see the charred corpses?"
His men gather round the dying fire and sure enough they see no remains.
"They have escaped us, Master?"
Hopkins nods, spits on the dying embers, and turns to lead them out of the cave. A blast of icy air whips around them as they mount their horses, carrying with it the triumphant, defiant cackles of their quarry.
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Matt's Bunny Ranch, Nevada, USA, 31st October 2007. The girls are up early to help get the place ready for the Halloween Party. Madame Magda coordinates the effort, consulting her party plan now and then to make sure everything is in order, every detail covered. She is a beautiful woman in her forties, with a head of auburn curls that tumble down around her shoulders. Her long silk robe rather disguises her gorgeous curves but tonight she will be front of house in all her sensuous glory. She is gentle but firm with the girls, scolding them if they get distracted from their tasks, praising them for the things they do well.
"Magda! Do you like my witches?"
Magda turns to a girl who is taking schoolgirl delight in hanging up seasonal decorations on the walls of the main lounge. She looks at her work and laughs.
"Miriam! They are fantastic!"
Miriam giggles, pleased as punch with Magda's reaction. She is the youngest girl at the Ranch and, not surprisingly, very popular with men of a certain age; or as Magda likes to say, just to tease Miriam, DOPs: Dirty Old Pervs. She is a slim girl, with short, jet-black hair, and the palest skin. Her oversized sweatshirt and bottoms smother a neat, tight body, but it is her playful, childlike simplicity that really attracts her regulars and a good number of casual clients. Magda goes to her and gives her an affectionate cuddle.
"Keep up the good work, sweetie."
Just then, a clatter and a yowl from the other side of the lounge brings proceedings to a sudden halt. Everyone rushes to the rescue of a poor girl who has just fallen off a stepladder. They coo and comfort her as they help her to her feet. Mary, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself, babe? Magda steps in, feigning irritation and wagging her finger at the poor girl.
"Now really, Mary! Can I not turn my back on you for one minute without you causing a big fuss?"
She looks up sheepishly, uncertain if Magda's being serious but when the other girls dissolve into giggles and laughter, she heaves a sigh of relief.
"Okay, okay! Have your fun!"
They envelope her in a group hug and make her feel better but just then Magda intervenes to take Mary aside. Pretending to hug and comfort her, she whispers in her ear.
"You've cut your knee. Hurry! Get it fixed!"
Mary looks down to see the trickle of blood run down her leg and dabs it with some tissue paper. She looks up at Magda, fear and panic in her eyes. Realising the girl's helplessness, Magda marches her off to the medical room and sits her down. She checks that no one is in earshot before closing the door.
"Mary, we must act quickly when these things happen! No time for panic".
Mary nods submissively as Magda places a hand over the cut and murmurs a spell. Instantly, the cut begins to burn and suture, making Mary flinch with the pain. But she does not utter a sound and watches with satisfaction as the flesh wound heals to perfection. Magda looks up at her, solemn and unsmiling.
"Mary, we must be alert! One slip could mean disaster!"
Mary nods but Magda can sense she is troubled.
"Speak, girl."
"Why here?"
Magda sighs.
"Perhaps fate? Perhaps survival?"