Those witch pricks betrayed me in the worst possible way.

 I'm not about to run home and bake fucking 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.