I sighed heavily in relief.
"Aye, young lady, where do ya' think you are goin', huh?"
I froze in terror. A heavy blow on my head caused my head to spin and I lost consciousness.
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I found myself in the witch's bedroom in horror. My head was groggy and shaken. Smooth, black hair tickled my nose as a grinning, sly face met mine. "Looks like you were caught after all! Never try your luck with your mother!"

My heart was burning as if it was being destroyed by flames of death.
I took a deep breath, my face flushing in rage.
Clenching my fists, I yelled at the despicable woman. "You are NOT my mother! You are a cunning witch, scheming against my real mother and stealing her child! I hate, HATE, HATE, you!"

The witch clenched her teeth in anger and disbelief.
"So you want me to be a bad guy, huh? Fine! Suit yourself," she took out the sharp blade she used to cut open the wolf's body.

She was always a bad guy, anyway. I am not scared of her! But...uh-oh!

She advanced towards me menacingly, pointing the blade at me.
Just then, I felt as if I was being watched by something, something else.
I caught sight of the same, cold and blue eyes of the voodoo dolls of the bracelet. It was left on the table to creep me out.

I have enough of the bracelet and the voodoo dolls. I HAVE ENOUGH!
The anger increasing as I thought, I ran towards the bracelet and pulled it apart. The tough strings snapped, the voodoo dolls falling to the floor.

"Noooo! My precious! How dare you!"
The witch was outraged. She hurried to the dolls.

My instinct told me to destroy it. Why was it so precious? It must be so important...
I raised my foot and stamped on the dolls.

There was a shattering sound, and a little scream coming from below.
Their creepy eyes were shattered into a million pieces.

I turned my attention to the witch, who was screaming in terror and clutching her hair.
"What have you done, you wretched, savage little girl!"

Her smooth, black hair turned grey. Her lovely, soft skin wrinkled and shrivelled like a grape drying up into a raisin.
Her slender body shrank into a frail, old one.
The old hag shrank and reduced into dust that were blown away into the sky, scattering as they went.

It was all over. The witch was killed!
Victory was mine!