The Enchantress's Message
Sahrye stood tall over her desk, towering over the tiny figure who had just been brought to her. She was an Enchantress, a being of immense power and beauty, capable of controlling the very elements themselves. Her long, flowing robes billowed around her bare feet, accentuating her godlike form.
The figure on the ground cowered, trembling in fear as they looked up at her. They were new to this job, hoping to impress their superiors with their hard work and dedication. But Sahrye saw something else entirely - ineptitude and incompetence.
With a sneer, Sahrye reached down and grasped the tiny figure in one hand. They squirmed and struggled, but it was futile against her immense strength. She lifted them off the ground, holding them aloft like a child's toy.
"You see this, management?" she thundered, her voice echoing through the room. "This is what they send to me. I'm supposed to work with this piece of trash?"
With that, Sahrye let out a mighty laugh and began to squeeze. The tiny figure squealed in pain as their bones crunched under her grip. Sahrye didn't care; she was sending a message, and this tiny being would be the messenger.
As the screams subsided, Sahrye released her grip, watching as the tiny figure crumpled to the ground, motionless. Then, with a nod of satisfaction, she turned and walked away, leaving behind a bloody smear on the floor.
Sahrye knew that management would understand her message. They wouldn't send another incompetent person to work for her again. And so, the Enchantress continued her work, towering over everything and everyone around her, reminding them all of her power and dominance.
