Blood-curdling... -- Part 3

In a fit of pique one night over Haggis's snake love, not to mention the large chunks of time she spent luring vultures from the sky and commanding the trees of the forest to walk, he married her in hopes of gaining more of her attention. Haggis knew that he was already married to three witches and one mortal, but it mattered not. Rules were for the little people. It was, of course, a match made in hell, but it suited them. And she made a lovely bride.

Haggis and Dedman lived in marital bliss for quite some time. They pulled together and created their own little world which they disguised as a writer's community when, in fact, it was little more than a place where they could hold innocents captive for long stretches of time.

They recruited converts from real-world communities and wooed the unsuspecting with promises of grand advice on how to be published with legitimate companies and how to make manuscripts more appealing to editors. Once the innocents were lured into this house of ill repute, they found no advice, no help and no hope of escape.

They were bombarded daily with tales of bodily functions and lewd tales of errant, sometimes disembodied, body parts. Some rumors were even heard that described threats of evil spells being cast on those who wished to escape. It was a sad time for all.