Jessica is accustomed to having many things and she categorizes them all in her head in order of importance. For example, Jessica has a large deep purple satin case that sits on top of her antique brass vanity. In her mind this case contains magical contents that turn the average into the false beautiful. Concealer for blemishes and small skin imperfections, dark shadows that bring out the blue and flecks of gold in her eyes, mascara that darken, separate, and fan her eyelashes. Eyebrow pencils, tweezers, curlers, lipgloss, liners, and blushes. Anything she needs to pluck, pull, line, and shape her face so as to fool others around her into believing her face is perfectly symmetrical and radiantly glowing.

That is just one example however, and I can't possibly take the time to go through everything that is important to Jessica. You would be here for days reading endless paragraphs about self tanners and pencil skirts, massage therapists and hair products, jewelry, shoes, breast augmentation... you get the idea.

So I will skip right to the end, possibly the most important thing on Jessica's list of important things, is the lustful act of using all of these material tools as a part of an evil spell, that lures men in to her sexual energy. She feeds off of this power to devour and conquer and then tosses it away as if it were an annoyance, a mere pebble that had got caught in her shoe.

I don't think it really has anything to do with the men involved, they are of course the victims to what will become of them after they've spent the night caressing her, grasping her perky firm breasts in their hands, thrusting themselves inside her from behind with a primal instinct to cum all over her. But this is what she wants, to be handled, and fondled, and fucked. She knows it satisfies them and that no other woman would dare utter the things that she lets them do. They fall for it, every time, fall for her. For they also know that know other woman would let them do these things, that she lets them do. It is for that reason that they must keep her around, must have her, covet her.

But this is where it ends. They only spend one night under her spell and she is never heard from again. Ignoring their calls and messages, tossing them into the trash, for it is what they are. Giving them one night of unimaginable pleasure only to take it away, knowing that they will never again experience that same kind of disastrous bliss.

I will leave you with this, there are all kinds of witchcraft in the world, all kinds of punishment and trickery, most yet that have been committed by women, and still left  undiscovered by men.