A witching instruction

For the following instruction, you need a broken heart!
You need to be desperate and deceived to follow this guide and get back what only a witch might have stolen from you!
These words are provided by those to catch you on a dark path and guide you back into the known world, where each part of you has to function as it is meant to be.

„Think of someone.
Someone who against all odds got through to you.
Did they get too far?
Do they already own a certain part you?
A part that fit so sweet between their softest skin?
That now it only responds to them, and weeps and aches when alone?
Have they stolen the part?
Your heart?
Your spirit?
Does your mind get lost within their scent? Their voice?
Their shape within those sheets?
Does that part not ever respond to another one anymore?
Do you feel lost?
Have you lost something?
Have you been tricked and betrayed?

Do not worry!
There is a simple solution to your desperate problem!
A simple spell to fix this misery!
A counter spell to the black magic which has been fed to your heart!

Just find them.
Whose ever deed this is.
Find them. And hold them in your desperate hands.
Now, put those hands onto their throat, and pressure it.
Restrict their air flow passionately, and demand it back, everything they have stolen! Just take the air to breathe from them!
Take it all, until you feel yourself return.
The heart, the spirit, and your body to respond and stand in strength.
As she blushes, as she weeps and crumbles, the fire of life will return to you at once.“


A creative interpretation of Part two, chapter 7 of „Malleus Maleficarum“.

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