An evil grin and lustful eyes, finding their chances through small advances, waiting here, lurking there, his voice was raking, so disorienting.

Then came a fairy, I thought I am lucky. Guarded by her runes, finding my cocoon. "Let's hybernate and emerge", yet a witch she became. And I, a butterfly, was soon displayed and framed. Fluttering helplessly, I was almost stabbed unreasonably. Shards of glass...