[Fairy trap, part 4]

You walk in the forest, when you suddenly smell a sweet odor and you feel dizzy, you pass out.

When you wake up, you see glowing violet eyes staring into yours. A faerie with shimmering wings, dripping faint poison, hovers before you. Her lips curl into a wicked smile, her fangs catching the faint purple light. Purple (giggles softly, tilting her head) : “Well, well…my little human toy finally wakes up. You should be grateful—I don’t let just anyone breathe my poison and live to tell about it.”

She leans closer, her voice a sweet melody with venom laced in every word. Purple : “Tell me…will you play with me? Or should I make you suffer first?”