The 'Third' Leg

Sean knocked at the door only to get electrocuted. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, caught between shock and the lingering jolt of the current.

The door opened a moment later. He frowned, finding no one on the other side. 

“Who are you?” a cartoonish voice rang in his ear, but there was no one. He exchanged a confused glance with Martin. 

“Down,” the voice said. Sean glanced down and stared in surprise. A tiny rabbit stood there, paws on hips, shooting him the fiercest glare a bunny could muster.  

“What?” the rabbit demanded, clearly annoyed by his presence. 

“Call the witch?” Sean ordered. The bunny squinted up at him, giving him a once-over like a bouncer outside a very exclusive bar. 

“Who are you?” he enquired instead. 

“I am..

“Who is it, Snoopy?” Her voice came from inside. 

“A mountain with eyes,” then his gaze flickered to Martin, “and a three-legged guy,” he noted with a frown. Sean and Martin both glared down at him, offended. 

Just then, a sweet fragrance filled the air, and in the next moment, Violet stepped into his line of vision. She hadn’t changed a bit. Her fiery red hair was coiled into a loose bun with loose soft tendrils caressing her cheek and sawn-like neck. Her violet eyes were wide and luminous, vast enough to hold a world of secrets, dreams, and magic. And the curve of her red lips, delicate and full, reminded him of blooming rose petals. 

She was still ugly as fuck.     

Her lips curled into a smug smirk, and he could already feel his blood begin to simmer.

“Not a mountain, Snoopy. A heap of trash,” Violet corrected, holding his gaze that sharpened significantly after her remark. 

“I don’t have time to play your shitty games,” Sean spat, his voice laced with irritation. Then, jerking his chin towards Martin, he said, “Fix him now.” 

The poor Martin was struggling to stand properly due to his ridiculously oversized junk. Violet looked over at Martin, and her smirk deepened. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Violet played innocent. Sean gritted his teeth. She was riling him up on purpose.  

“This might check your fantasy box,” he pointed at the weight dragging down Martin’s pants.  “But it isn’t normal.” 

Violet wasn’t fazed. 

“He loves sticking his dick where it doesn’t belong. I simply… enhanced his talents,” Violet replied, winking at mortified Matin. 

Sean was trying hard not to explode on her. 

“Just fix him,” Sean sighed, losing his patience. 

“Say please,” Violet demanded. Sean’s glare turned lethal, but Violet wasn’t the one who got scared easily. She stood tall, unbothered by the threat.  

“Don’t test my patience,” Sean warned her darkly. 

“And what exactly will you do if I do?” Violet challenged, lounging against the doorframe, arms folded like she had all the time in the world. 

"I’ll drag you by your filthy hair and throw you behind bars,” Sean hissed, advancing a step. She had too much arrogance for someone who barely reached his chest. It wouldn’t even take him more than a moment to crush her. 

“Try it. Touch me and I’ll show you the meaning of regret,” Violet challenged, not afraid. Sean’s irritation had reached a boiling point, threatening to spill into fury. No one, man or woman, had ever dared to defy him. Yet here she was, this five-foot witch, biting off more than she could ever hope to chew.

Martin, who had been silently witnessing their heated standoff for far too long, suddenly rushed forward. With desperation in his eyes, he clasped his hands together and pleaded before her, "I am sorry. I know I messed up. I’m on my knees here,  just forgive me. Help me with this." 

Violet wasn’t moved. She shot him a look of disdain before returning her gaze to Sean.   

“Your warriors go around harassing helpless women. And you defend them instead of teaching them a good lesson ” Violet lashed out. “He tried the same with me. But unfortunately for him, I’m not helpless. I’m the kind who makes others cry for help.”

Sean frowned. Harassment? That wasn’t the version Martin had given him. He had said he got into a heated argument with a violet-eyed witch who had overreacted and punished him for daring to talk back. Sean had accompanied him because he knew Violet would be brutal with his warriors. Also, he was furious about how she dared to mistreat a warrior.   

He turned and fixed Martin with a furious glare. Martin lowered his eyes, nervous and intimidated. 

Violet realised he didn’t know about it. 

“You’re a fool,” she scoffed before snapping her fingers. With that, Martin’s “third leg” shrank to its original size. Martin grinned, relieved and ecstatic, but no one was paying him attention. Sean and Violet had again slipped into a stare-off.  

Her gaze never wavered from Sean. She took a single step back, gripped the door, and slammed it shut, right in his face. 

“Whoa,” Martin murmured. 

Sean was just as shocked. 

“What the fuck,” he cursed angrily before raising his fist and knocking. The moment his knuckles came in contact with the door, a jolt of electricity seared through the back of his hand, making him recoil.

He clenched his fists in frustration. 

“She’s dangerous,” Martin said quietly. Sean turned towards him, his gaze sharper than a blade. 

“You harass women?” Sean demanded, annoyed. Martin paled.