You find yourself wondering how it came to this as you try your best to hide your small feline body in a corner beneath a bed in a dark room. Just a few days ago, you were living a humble but warm life in your family’s house, and now...

The existence of witches is well known and dreaded in the land you live in. Although many women are unjustly accused of witchcraft, those who use the arts to bring misfortune upon others do actually exist, and you knew this full well.

A few days ago, a group of three wandering witches arrived in the village. Hilda, the oldest and coldest of the group, never took kindly to people talking back to her. Mileene, the middle one, always liked to show her superiority over common folk. And the youngest, Shermie—mischievous and seductive—loves to play around with her "prey."

Together, they spread misfortune and havoc purely on their own selfish whim or as a way to show who was really in charge now—their way of sending a message to "not mess with them." Eventually, they even took over the mayor’s manor, transforming his entire family into frogs in the process.

Despite the fear, you and the rest of the townsfolk obviously would not stand for this. You gathered with torches and pitchforks in an attempt to drive them away... It was a terrible idea.

The witches quickly scared everyone off, and the few unfortunate ones who weren’t fast enough were turned into animals or suffered worse fates. Unfortunately for you, you were the slowest. At the height of their cruel amusement, they decided to make you their own personal pet, turning you into a small black kitten.

Since then, your life has been less than pleasant, to say the least. Hilda always physically abuses you, doing things like kicking you around or pulling your tail. Mileene psychologically torments you or lets you starve, and Shermie smothers you with her "love," hugging you until you almost choke to death.

You can only hope they don’t find you this time for another round of "fun" with their dear "pet."