The Curse

Another new story! This one was a bit of an experiment and likely won't be revisited. Decided to share because I like how it turned out and such and such. 

 

 

A boy was walking around his hometown, wandering like a bored child would from a different time, who has no school or job to attend to. He was wearing ragged clothes, his shirt riddled with half-sown rips and trousers that were held up by polite and disciplined suspenders that helped pull and keep the rather small boy all together. He had a smooth and young boyish face, long socks that ended below his knee, pale skin showing above his socks and beneath where his short trousers ended, and rough, worn down shoes that were starting to get too tight. His family, like most around the town, barely had enough to get by and were grateful, pious and careful. A product of the times perhaps, but it was the truth of the culture as they knew it. Superstitious and God-fearing, but honest and hard-working. Like most boys and girls his age, he only knew what he was told and didn't have anything else to go on. 

Now, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something catch his attention in one of the empty buildings. It used to be a store, but that was before he was born. Now no one has any use for it. 

The boy got closer to the abounded building and saw two women talking quietly, sharing something together. He couldn't hear or see what they were saying, but he continued to approach. He didn't recognize those women, and it's weird for anyone to be in there. This was more excitement then the boy was used to in his small, honest and poor town. He had to investigate. 

Before he got close enough to hear them, one of the women bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of one of the openings in the abandoned hide building. The boy stopped moving and curled close behind an empty barrel, his eyes just over the brim. The other woman watched and stuck around for another moment, straightening herself out and then backing up and turning around. She had on a long, extraordinary green dress with a luscious white apron lying over it, sturdy leather boots on her feet and a pure white bonnet, which helped her emerald eyes shine on her humble expression.

Those sparkling, green eyes met the boy's dark, haunting eyes as he was hiding behind the protective barrel. The woman looked shocked but fought to remain comfortable and confident. The boy noticed that the woman looked a little bit older than mother, but was taller and slimmer. She looked richer than the other women around here, and her breasts looked more plump. There was something striking about her, the young and honest boy thought. Something... something that the boy settled on, was corrupt. Something that called him towards unholiness. She began to speak down to the boy. 

"What are you doing here? Where are your parents, child?"

The boy looked up at the woman with furrowed, accusatory brows. The woman huffed and stood up straighter. 

"I asked you a question boy! Wh-"

"Are you a Witch?"

The woman stood shocked and frightened in place. Calling a woman a Witch in this town at this time was not a term to be used lightly. Being labeled such was a burning accusation. A high stakes word, that could quickly spiral to demise.

"Absolutely not! Now come out from behind there!"

The boy clutched onto the barrel tightly and stood up slowly. The woman stared intently, trying to place the boy. He almost looked innocent, but she knew that he wouldn't hesitate to put her into the dirt without even realizing it. She wasn't sure his age, but he was certainly a child still. A healthy, fit boy seemingly on the outskirts of becoming more, but it hardly mattered. A mature woman like her had to know how to handle boys like him. Especially at her age.

"I said out from behind there. Don't hide, child."

The boy grimaced and pushed himself from the barrel and faced the woman with a sneer on his face. If he didn't come off as so concerning in the moment to her, she would perhaps even call the boy a cute kid. It was clear to the woman that the boy was a child from one of the poorer families around here however. His clothes weren't dirty, but they were wounded. It gave the woman the impression that this child doesn't have very much to lose. This told her that the boy was dangerous. She didn't know if people would believe her over him. 

"Be careful what you call people, child. You don't know what you mean."

"I know what I mean, and father tells me about scary people like you."

The woman grimaced and started to feel like she shouldn't be here any longer. She feels more and more unsafe the longer she's here.

"You are a Witch, aren't you!?" The kid accused in a louder tone, seeing the suspicious woman's face shift as she was accused once again.

 

"What? No, don't be ridiculous and don't say that so loud!" The woman hurriedly responded, bending over and admonishing the child at eye level.

 

"Then what were you doing with that other woman, you creeper!?"

"It is none of your business, boy! I am not a creeper or a Witch you brat and watch your tongue!" She responded quickly and sharply.

 

The boy, in his ragged clothes, trusty suspenders and tight high shorts, pointed at the woman with his right index finger. The woman looked at his small, skinny finger and then looked back at him, into his dark, yet sparkling eyes. The boy's mouth opened and he began to chant.

 

"Witch, Witch!" 

 

The boy's hand was grabbed and he began to struggle, panicking that the Witch was going to cast a spell on him or something equally sinister. He tried to pull himself away and the woman's desperation grew, not wanting this child to get away and start spreading things that he knows nothing about. 

 

"Child, calm down do not-"

 

"Witch, Witch! There's a Witch here!"

 

The woman's panic grew and looked around frantically before looking back to the boy and realizing that she had to handle this right now before attention was drawn. She had to quiet and immobilize him without hesitation. 

"Curse you, boy!" 

As she said that, she swung her leg up, raising her long green dress and white apron, her stockings scandalously showing for a couple of seconds as her leg flew until her tightly laced leather boots slammed into the boy's suspender-held shorts and for a shocking, painful moment, flattening the contents the boy thoughtlessly held inside.

The impact was instantaneous and shocking for the boy. The second the Witch's boot slammed into his trousers, crushing it's contents, his face clenched and dark eyes bugged out. Without a thought, his voice choked as he backed up and held his crotch frantically, clutching the building and burning agony that was suddenly ripping apart his small, lower midsection. The boy could only double over and groan loudly, helpless as he cupped his innocent jewels, his head looking down and eyes clenching shut. This was a totally new and absurd experience for the boy, totally beyond his realm of understanding. 

 

The woman looked around, seeing no one and then bent over to grab the boy's unkempt and dirty hair. 

"Watch your accusations! I'm not a Witch and don't you forget it! Stupid child!" She spat at him pushed his head down, tumbling the child down to his knees. She heard the boy whine as he clenched his crotch, tightening himself on the floor. The woman quickly ran out of the building, looking around to see that no one was watching. Thankfully, she looked to be safe and continued to walk away, looking as inconspicuous as she could. 

Meanwhile, the boy was still on the floor, breathing hard, shaking and sweating on his knees. He looked up painfully through hazy vision and then tried to get up but got pulled down to the dirty floor, painfully holding the source of this strange and crippling pain. 

 

The boy was lying on the floor, curled on his side and helpless. He couldn't enunciate, moving felt like not only a bad idea, but simply too much for him. He could only painfully hold his position and rock gently, while occasionally dragging and spreading or closing his legs as he shamefully held his private parts. 

The boy couldn't believe that getting hit down there hurt so badly... it was worse than any attack, injury or sickness he's ever had. It actually felt a lot like a sickness, the boy woefully thought. At first, it was just an immense, burning and sharp pain, but as the boy's pain rung inside him, it started to rise up and sit in his stomach and it really started to make him feel sick. And all of this was coming from the two tender ovals in his shorts, which felt like they were shattered inside him. As he held them, he searched to make sure they were still solid, and it felt like they were, but he couldn't believe or understand this. Does hitting them really cause his entire body to get shocked like that, and then go sick? Do they hold some kind of poison? Why would his body poison itself like this? He can barely move or breathe. 

Or. Was it the Witches doing? Did she cast a spell on him to make him extremely weak? She yelled about a curse before she struck him in his most private place and felt this indescribable sickness. The impact was a shock unlike anything he ever felt, and totally took over his whole body and mind. Then, it was like there was something in the region of his privates that just forced him to feel an unholy agony, where he could think of nothing else. It felt like it was coming directly from the sack between his legs, and it's exactly where his hands pulled to without thinking. 

 

Thinking back about what she did to him, caused the boy to feel incredibly attacked and vulnerable, in more ways than he could understand. 

 

"Why are you on the floor like that?"

 

The boy lifted his head and opened his wet eyes. He saw the silhouette of saw a girl approaching. 

"Mmmm... I... mmmmmhmm... it huuurrts a looooohahaaat..."

"What does?" She asked him. 

"I... my stones. She kicked them so hard... I... I feel so sick..." The boy whined, shifting and carefully pushing up. His young face was very red and covered in dirt. So were his grey shirt, dark suspenders and tan shorts. "Do you know where Father is?" He asked sickly.

"No." The girl said. She stood confused by her brother's actions and sounds. She was wearing a long, grey dress and her hair was tied impressively and presentably in two corners. "I can get Mother. She won't be happy that you got your clothes dirty again, William."

"No... don't get Mother."

The sister stood there, twirling curiously and confused for a few moments, silent but staring at her big brother. She doesn't remember ever seeing him like this before. 

"But, aren't you hurt brother? Mother is able to help whenever we feel sick or hurt. Are you hurt or sick?"

"Hmm... both. But, I will be fine... I... will be ok." William responded, more to convince himself than anything. He weakly pushed himself up on all fours, his dark brown eyes staring down intently. He spread his legs and slowly stood up, trying to make it through this blistering agony. His sister reached out to help him and she stared at him curiously. 

"What happened, William?"

"I..." William thought as he started to stand up. He thought about that woman who he was sure was a Witch. He remembered how guilty she looked, and what she yelled before she did this to him. Thinking about this made William feel sick again, and he doubled over, looking far out and distant. He let out a low moan as his sister held him and looked confused. 

"William?" She asked, more confused. 

William shook his head. He didn't know the extent of the Witches power. He didn't know the extent of this terrible feeling. If he told other people, would they feel this badly too somehow, through evil, Witch magic? William does not know. He would not want his sister to feel this badly too. He could barely stand and it feels like he would be sick any moment.

"It was nothing, Alice." William groaned sickly.

Alice looked confused at her brother again. Her head tilted, knowing that something just happened to him. His face is red and he was on the floor, holding his private parts, or stones, as he called them. She remembered that's what their Father called them too, although she didn't understand why. William's looked more like pebbles than stones, she thought. 

 

But despite that, her big brother was all covered in dirt now, and Mother just washed their clothes. Why was he on the floor and dirtying his clothes if nothing happened? He even said someone kicked him hard there... a girl?

"You... you said she kicked you hard... who kicked you, William?"

"It was nothing, Alice! Don't tell mother or father, alright?" William insisted, not wanting any Witchcraft to hurt his family. 

"I... I won't. But what happened brother?" Alice continued. 

William groaned and looked around. He knows he can't keep this a secret, he might need someone's help. Plus, Alice might need to know, so she can stay safe. What if the Witch comes back and Alice doesn't know to stay away?

"Alice, are you sure you want me to tell you? It might be dangerous."

"It's ok. What is it William?"

"Okay... but you can't tell anyone else okay?"

"Okay."

William led his little sister into the corner of the abandoned store. He had to make sure no one overheard them. Maybe if the Witch doesn't hear him say anything, she won't be able to take revenge.

"Okay..." William started, speaking lowly. He didn't know what he should say. this is beyond his expertise. And he was still in a great amount of pain, hunched over, a hand holding the front of his shorts. Alice wasn't used to seeing her brother, or any boy hold their privates like that, so it made her feel weird.

"Okay. You have to promise me you won't tell anyone. Not even Mother or Father, until I figure out what to do."

"O-okay William."

"Okay... I saw a Witch."

Alice gasped and held her hand over her mouth in shock. 

"You saw a-" She exclaimed, getting cut off by her brother holding his hand over her mouth tightly. 

"I said not to say it to anyone!" William whined lowly, looking sick as he spoke, but continued as best he could. "Be quiet, I don't know what she's capable of."

William looked into his sister's shocked eyes and felt her nod. He carefully took his hand off her mouth and pulled it into his stomach. He rubbed his crotch with his other hand, then continued to speak to his shocked sister, who was doing her part to collect herself and listen to her hurting big brother.

"I saw and accused her, but she denied it and she... I don't know what she did, but she kicked me down there and it hurt so much. I couldn't say or do anything. It still hurts so bad..." William said, and Alice could tell it was true. He was still wincing. Alice couldn't help but look down at where William was kicked. It made her feel very weird to think about his pebbles like this. She's never heard of someone getting hit there before.

"Wow... did it hurt more than the time with the horse?" Alice asked, referring to the time her brother got kicked in the stomach by a horse.

"A lot more... it still hurts a lot, and I still feel sick. But it was a lot worse before... I thought she might've broke them, but I think I'm okay."

"Oh..." Alice said, not being able to think of anything other than her brother's pebbles. She's seen them when they were bathing, although their parents haven't let them bathe together in years. She always thought William looked very weird down there, but Mother told her it's normal and not to mention it again. She didn't know that hitting those weird things would hurt so much. 

"I don't know what happened exactly... but I think she might've cursed me, because it hurt so bad. So much worse than getting hit in the stomach or face or anything. And when it hit me, it shocked me. It felt like nothing that could be real. So, I think she might've cursed me Alice. She cursed me, so I wouldn't be able to stop her. That's why I don't want you to tell anyone else Alice, she might hurt you like this too."

Alice nodded quickly. She didn't know what she believed, but she believed her brother. He always knew best and protected her. 

The two siblings left together and were on the lookout for any Witches or spells. William wouldn't forget how that Witch looked, or how badly it hurt him when she hit him there. He was sure that the curse wouldn't go away at first, especially since his bollocks would hurt him when he touched them and how he felt sick afterwards, but after a few more hours it didn't hurt very much to touch them anymore. He was sure that means that the Witches curse wore off, which also probably meant that she wasn't around town anymore. But just to be sure, he kept watch to make sure she never came back around. He told Alice exactly what she looked like, remarkable dress and all, because no matter when it happened, boys will never forget what happened the first time they got kicked in the stones.

Alice was also scared about the Witch and was trying really hard not to tell anyone about it. She trusted her brother and didn't want anything to happen, but she was young and it was a big secret to keep. Her Mother realized that something was bothering her, and asked her what was concerning her as she was washing dirty clothes on the washboard. 

"Ummm... nothing, Mother."

"Alice." The mom said softly, smiling at her daughter. "Something is bothering you, I can tell."

"Mmm..." Alice groaned, twirling and not wanting to break the secret her brother gave her. 

"Alice... come on."

"Mmm... Mother?"

"Yes?"

"Does... uh. Does it hurt... to get hit down... there?" Alice asked. She didn't want to mention the Witch, so all she could think about was what William told her the Witch did. 

"Down there? You mean, between your legs?"

"Yeah..." 

"Well, if you get hit hard enough it would. You have a special spot there, and boys do too. But boys spot hurts a lot more than girls do."

"Oh. Really?" Alice asked curiously, staring at her mom and tilting her head. 

"Yes, my daughter. It's a very weak spot for boys, a lot weaker than ours. You know the parts down there that boys have. Your Father and William has them."

"Yeah, I remember. They're the weird, little pebbles, right?"

"Yes, but don't say that to boys. It would make them feel bad."

"Oh... but why?"

"They just would. Now, don't speak of such things anymore, it isn't right. You understand?"

"Yes, Mother."

Alice felt weirdly at ease after her Mother told her that boys special spot hurts them a lot. It might mean that the Witch didn't really curse her brother after all! But, at the same time, she wasn't sure just how bad it hurt. She knows her brother is tough, so seeing him on the floor and hurting like that... it must mean that something hurt him a lot to act like that. So, maybe the Witch still did curse him, but just made his weak spot even weaker. 

Alice wrestled these thoughts and more for the next few days. She didn't know what she should believe, but a thought occurred to her when she was sitting around and watching some boys playing around. Her mom said all boys have the same parts down there, which would mean that those boys have it too. She knows that William has those parts since he's a boy. So, she tried to see those parts through the shorts of the boys who were playing. She was having trouble seeing them, so maybe not every boy has those parts. 

But then, she saw an older boy coming by. He was one of big kids, who helped with the neighboring farms and around the town a lot. He looked like he was coming by to get his little brother or something, and Alice watched. 

The younger brother and his friend talked to the big kid and tried to get him to play with them, and it looked like he said no at first, but after being talked to some more, nodded and smiled with them. The kids began to laugh with him as he pushed down his shorts a bit to give him more breathing room to move around. Alice stared at him closer, and she started to notice a clear bump in the older boys shorts as he moved. Alice realized those had to be the parts that her Mother said that all boys had, which were all really weak and hurt a lot. But again, she wasn't sure how much. She was sure that since big kids are tougher, they would probably handle getting their weak spot hit better. Plus, if William was cursed by the Witch, it might not even hurt big kids that much at all. 

The older boy was laughing with his brother and friends, but noticed Alice staring at him. He excused himself for a moment and walked over to Alice, who tightened up and swallowed hard. She held her hands tightly and watched as he approached. She was torn between looking at him respectfully, trying to find those bits in his shorts as he walked and looking down, embarrassed. 

"Hello, little girl. What's your name?" The older boy asked. 

Alice looked up at him and saw he was smiling pleasantly. He had a very nice, round and friendly face on a strong looking, developed body. He looked like a real charming young man, she thought. She liked his smile a lot and thought his hair was a lot like William's. 

"Alice. What's your name?"

"Henry. Can I help you?"

Alice looked down at Henry's shorts. They were pulled up right over his knees, and as she looked up higher, her eyes focused beneath his long, flat and smooth young upper body in it's soft cloth. She stared at where she saw the bits earlier and nodded. She saw a mound there, bunched up inside his short, tight trousers.

"My Mother told me something, and I don't know if she was right or not."

"Well... your Mother loves you, so she wouldn't lie to you."

"Maybe..."

Alice continued to stare and twirl herself as she stared at Henry's crotch. Henry was unsure what Alice was doing, and looked back at his brother and his friends for a few moments, taking a step back with one leg. Alice saw the mound shift as he moved, seeing opportunity leaving her and pushed forward, using all of her energy, curiosity and young frame to jam her fist into the front of Henry's shorts, trying to push it's way past his shorts and into the big kid's parts, to test how resilient they are. She wasn't sure exactly where the parts were, or how much they hurt, so she just hit her hardest and tried her best to make sure she could tell. She was dead on. 

Her little fist slammed into Henry's manhood directly, the soft and thin cloth not being nearly enough to dull the blow. He felt little knuckles pushing deep into him and connecting with his young, fertile eggs and soft, proud poker directly, getting absolutely all of his left jewel at the angle he was standing. The young man swung towards his attacker in shock, staring betrayed at the little girl as he pulled his hands in and fell onto his butt, clenching his assaulted delicates. 

"What... noho what, why... uuggghh." Henry groaned as he curled over and groaned louder. He began to squirm, then look around in shock, then muster out a cough. Now leaning his head down, wincing in agony and confusion. "Why... my... mmm it hurts! MMMmmmMMmMM!!" Henry exclaimed, writhing and expressing loudly. 

Alice gasped loudly and held her hands over her mouth, smelling the aroma of Henry on her intruding fist, which she took in gleefully and forgot where she was for a moment. She mused how weird and full Henry's bits felt on her fist, feeling surprisingly firm yet delicate, and meaty. It also felt much larger than what she saw down there with William. She now understood why they were called stones, and not pebbles. They felt nothing like they looked, and it was very surprising to her. Not to mention the smell of it on her hand, which wrapped all those weird feelings up in this strong, deep smell that spoke to her in a very, spiritual voice. 

Then, Henry's loud, agonized scream reawakened her and pulled the other boys attention over. They saw the older kid on the floor, curled over and groaning loudly, his previously white face now dirty from the floor and red like a tomato. His eyes opened and rolled and he let out a loud grunt, before laying onto his back, spreading out and shifting painfully. His breath was staggered before he coughed loudly, twisting into the floor, holding onto his crotch desperately. The young boys were in total shock and didn't know what to do or what happened. 

Alice ran away from the scene, both because she was worried about what might happen, but also excited because she had to go find her brother! She's almost 100% sure now that her brother didn't get cursed! That pain is just what happens when boys get hit there. If that big, strong kid reacted like that after getting punched there, then that would explain why her brother was hurting so bad after getting kicked there himself. 

Alice ran and ran, yelling for her brother and getting strange looks from everyone around, until she ran into him. 

"Alice! Why are you yelling, what's wrong? Did you find her!?" William asked her, taking her into his arms caringly.

"No, no brother! You didn't get cursed before!"

"What? What do you mean?" William asked quickly with confusion on his face.

"I know you didn't get cursed! You're okay brother!"

"That's great news!" William hugged his little sister, and she hugged him tightly back. The two's embrace was warm and full of life and love. William was so relieved, but not really about himself, but because he was worried about his sister because of how she was yelling for him. Knowing that everything's okay was a great relief for the young, big brother. 

 

William pulled back from his sister with a great smile and continued. 

"How did you learn that, Alice? Did you find a priest!?"

"No, look!" 

Alice looked down at her brother's shorts, now being held up by a broken belt instead of the suspenders his Mother was washing. The trousers he was wearing were slightly torn but were tight enough to proudly tuck in his white shirt, and were short above his knees. Alice saw the opening between his legs and reared her leg back quickly, then enthusiastically threw her leg up, pushing all of her energy and emotion as she even threw her hands up in joy and display. Her kick rose through the air, exploding into contact between her big brother's, spread and unsuspecting legs. 

Alice's foot slammed powerfully into her brother's innocent glands, scooping up the left testicle completely, flattening it against his hard pelvic bone as his right one took a large amount of residual damage from the force and impact.

Alice noticed that her brother's parts weren't as big or fleshy as Henry's were, but she could tell that they were the same. Not the pebbles they once were, but not stones either. They felt like small, hard meatballs to her. The meatballs she felt didn't take up as much space inside his shorts as they took up in Henry's, but she knew they were the same parts. Actually, this felt even better for her because her foot felt so comfortable and safe inside her brother's legs. With Henry, her fist slammed in and pushed itself deeper, but here, it was like her foot was welcomed in gracefully by William's spread legs and sturdy, dedicated body. Her brother always protected her, so why would this feel any differently. 

As William smiled at his sister, he felt a similar pressure explode down inside him and his body lifted in the air. His expression changed and his eyes went down, where he saw his sister's leg straight and up into him, her foot blocked by his own body. He couldn't see her foot as his legs instinctively closed around it, along with his shorts covering the foot. But not only did he see his shorts flattening inwards towards her foot, William could clearly distinguish a foot that was crushing his private parts, by the pressure and shapes he were experiencing down there. It was in the same way that that Witch did it to him earlier, except that his sister's foot was a lot smaller. It meant that unlike the previous kick, which hit both of his stones equally, this one was more focused on just his left one. It caused an instantaneous reaction within the boy. 

It caused William to tumble over and fall to his knees before Alice could even pull her foot back all the way. The shock dulled his senses for a moment, allowing William to look up in confusion at his excited sister from his knees. But then the pain erupted past the dull shock inside him, and it came rushing just like that time before. 

 

William's eyes squinted as he whimpered, pulling his head down to the ground with a thud. He groaned and rolled over, shaking with his legs spread and hands deeply covering his assaulted privates.

"See, William! The Witch didn't curse you, it's just the way your parts are! They're always weak like this, so the Witch didn't do anything to you!"

William couldn't respond on the floor, he just clenched tightly and desperately tried not to cry. But then he felt something building up inside him, and he lurched forward, his eyes bugging and mouth opening up. His lips quivered on the dirt floor, then the boy gagged and coughed loudly before tightening his eyes shut. Tears began to flow down the corners of his eyes as, down his red and boyish face as he whined loudly, struggling to keep everything in. He continued to roll around and whimper loudly, painfully and helplessly.

"Ahhhh... my... my privates! Oh no! Nonono..." William whined, not being able to contain the sheer amount of agony he was in. 

As William continued to act in great distress, similarly to how Henry did, Alice began to feel worried. She thought that this was great news at first! This shows that a Witch didn't curse her big brother, but now that she knows that and sees her big brother crying on the ground, she started to feel very strange and uncomfortable. It looks like he's in a lot of pain, just like Henry was too. And Henry was so much bigger and stronger than William. But maybe not tougher. Neither boys felt very tough to Alice right then, as she thought about the feeling over her shoe and on her knuckle, each boys bits, pebbles or stones, or even privates or whatever. They didn't feel that tough, and look at them now. Crying on the floor, whining. She wondered if Henry was still on the floor. She couldn't believe how much what she did hurt the two boys.

"Alice... why... how did you do this? You... ahh, no! Alice, it hurts! Soso bad! I'm... gonna be so sick... oh please, stop!"

"I... I wanted to show you that you weren't cursed by that Witch! Your bits are just weak no matter what, I thought this was good news!"

"Ahhh, eeiiii... ahhh! Mmmmhmmhmm.... MMM!!" 

William continued to writhe and groan on the floor, getting filthy on the dirty ground. His shorts were bunching up and his shirt became untucked with all his rolling and shifting, but Alice noticed that William didn't care. All he could do was complain about the pain he was in and shake around. How badly must this hurt, she wondered? She had no way to compare anything to this. 

"Alice!? William!? Oh no, what happened!"

Alice turned in shock to the sound of the noise, and saw her mother coming to check on her baby boy and little sister. She realized what happened pretty quickly, hearing about what Alice did to the older kid back by the house and now seeing how William was. It felt pretty clear to her that her daughter was learning. 

"Alice... I told you how sensitive boys are down there! Why did you hit both Henry and William down there?"

Alice didn't say anything, but only started to cry as she didn't know what to do or say. She knew she was in trouble. 

"Alice, you can't hit boys down there! It's wrong and hurts them a lot! Don't you see how your brother is acting right now? Why would you hurt him like this? What if I were to hurt you like this?" The Mother knows she couldn't, but she needed to try to make her daughter feel bad about what she did. She can't go around hitting boys in their private parts or she'll never get married. 

Both siblings continued to cry as their mother interrogated Alice, but the two cried for different reasons. It was only a couple minutes before Alice stopped crying, but it took William longer to recover. It wasn't just the pain although it was a lot of it. But the fact that his little sister, the sister he always tried to protect and take care of, hurt him this badly out of nowhere. It made everything hurt so much more. It embarrassed him, especially with his mother there now too. Talking about how much pain he's in, like he's not even there. She didn't even ask him if he's okay or needs anything. He doesn't know if anything can help this pain, except maybe God's good grace. This is worse than a curse or a poison, he thought to himself. This is hell. Hell is inside him, and all it takes is a well placed foot to bring it out and let it wreck havoc within him. 

After William recovered, Alice made sure to apologize. William forgave her, especially after knowing she just wanted to help him. They made up and mother made Alice promise never to hit William down there again. Alice promised, but kept on thinking about the experience. Both with William and Henry. She wasn't sure how it made her feel, but she kept on replaying what happened in her mind. It's something she never heard of or thought about before, but suddenly, it all felt so real and a fact of life. She felt like she grew up after going through this, and continued to wonder about it. 

Eventually, the idea of that Witch escaped the mind of both William and Alice, but the feelings and memories of what that Witch caused, never left the siblings.