Those witch pricks betrayed me in the worst possible way.

I’m not about to run home and bake f*cking cupcakes, move on, and pretend to be happy.

I’d rather rage.

These men told me I wasn’t allowed to leave, that they’d follow me anywhere.

Well, it goes both ways, my dear stubborn husbands.

You aren’t allowed to leave, and I will do anything to enforce that.

I’ll slaughter the Hag Wytch. I’ll break our world and the Witchwoods both.

Because you were right: I am a villain, and I will kill the world for you.

I’m sad. Please send cockies. I mean cookies.

Not cookies baked with jizz, but...

Those witch pricks betrayed me in the worst possible way.

I’m not about to run home and bake f*cking cupcakes, move on, and pretend to be happy.

I’d rather rage.

These men told me I wasn’t allowed to leave, that they’d follow me anywhere.

Well, it goes both ways, my dear stubborn husbands.

You aren’t allowed to leave, and I will do anything to enforce that.

I’ll slaughter the Hag Wytch. I’ll break our world and the Witchwoods both.

Because you were right: I am a villain, and I will kill the world for you.

I’m sad. Please send cockies. I mean cookies.

Not cookies baked with jizz, but actual cookies.