The man thought that his words would rage the witch, but here she was sitting in the same posture, all in her fullest glory, with her eyes still glued to his face. The way she was looking, or staring into his eyes, was making him loose his sanity and proudness.
In just another moment, he roared back at her,
“What the hell do you want?”
She listened to his loud voice, and scratched her ear showing him that she is not getting affected at all. She wanted to make him furious, and she had successfully done it. He was now glaring at her. She hauled up from her sit and walked closer to him. Clicking her fingers together, she released him from her magical spell and made him stand on his feet.
Going dangerously closer to his standing figure, which was stinking, she whispered besides his ear dominating all his stubbornness,
“Truth.”
