A woman in her mid-fifties, with a saggy tit and wrinkled skin, lay back on a pentagram for dark ritual. Her wrinkled face was contorted in pain as she writhed and screamed in agony. The witch's

A woman in her mid-fifties, with a saggy tit and wrinkled skin, lay back on a pentagram for dark ritual. Her wrinkled face was contorted in pain as she writhed and screamed in agony. The witch's tattoo on her left breast was glowing bright red, as if it were alive. The woman's eyes were closed tight, and she seemed to be lost in a trance-like state. Suddenly, the room filled with an intense red light that illuminated the entire space. It was then that the woman's body began to change shape and form into something monstrous and terrifying. Her skin turned grey and wrinkled, her breasts grew larger until they were almost bursting out of her bra, and her hair turned white as snow. In a flash of light, the woman disappeared from sight leaving behind only an empty pentagram on the floor where she once stood.