He's Under My Spell

As soon as Luminous flew out the window to follow Susie, Priscilla moved with a quiet determination. She gathered the materials she had prepared for her tonight's plan.

She knew the risks, the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the mansion. But the thought of her parents, their lifeless bodies displayed for the world to see, fueled an icy fury within her. Vengeance would be hers.

She contacted Luminous through their mental link. "Luminous, keep following Susie. Gather as much information as you can about her movements and her intentions. I'll continue with the plan here."

Luminous, sensing the steely resolve in her voice, knew arguing would be futile. "Be careful, Priscilla," he warned, his voice filled with concern. "This is dangerous."

"I'll be fine," Priscilla assured him, though a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. "I'll be cautious."

Luminous, knowing he couldn't dissuade her, silently agreed.

Priscilla whispered the incantation for easy teleportation, and in a swirl of emerald green light, she was transported to her destination. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and cheap liquor. Loud, raucous music assaulted her ears.

Before entering the dimly lit tavern, Priscilla activated her invisibility spell. As she slipped inside, the scene that unfolded before her made her blood run cold.

A monstrous cage, larger than any she had ever seen, stood in the center of the room. Inside, five children, no older than ten, danced frantically, their faces streaked with tears. Each misstep, each faltering movement, was met with a vicious lash from a whip wielded by a hulking brute. The children whimpered and cried, their small bodies trembling with fear.

Priscilla's eyes, wide with horror, scanned the room. The crowd, a sea of leering faces, roared with laughter, cheering on the cruelty. Men guzzled their drinks, their eyes fixed on the terrified children, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of enjoyment.

Rage, a boiling, consuming fury, erupted within her. How could anyone find pleasure in such a spectacle? These monsters deserved to suffer.

With a silent, venomous incantation, Priscilla unleashed her power. The air grew thick and heavy, the laughter of the crowd abruptly cut off. Men gasped for breath, their faces contorted in agony.

"You will suffer," Priscilla whispered, her voice a chilling whisper that echoed through the room. "You will suffer for your cruelty."

She watched as the men writhed in pain, their faces turning a sickly shade of purple. They clawed at their throats, desperate for air, but the invisible force constricting their airways held firm.

Priscilla, in the midst of freeing the terrified children from the cage, suddenly felt a strange sensation – a prickle on the back of her neck. She paused, her movements still. Someone was watching her.

She glanced around the dimly lit tavern, her eyes darting from face to face. The crowd, still reeling from the sudden cessation of their cruel entertainment, seemed to be in a state of disarray. But she could have sworn she met someone's gaze, a fleeting connection across the room.

Priscilla checked the duration of her invisibility spell. Ten minutes. Still plenty of time.

She quickly finished freeing the children, whispering words of comfort to the trembling youngsters as she removed the last of the chains. The children, their eyes wide with fear and confusion, clung to each other, their sobs gradually subsiding.

Priscilla, her heart aching for these innocent souls, turned her attention back to the source of the unsettling feeling. She scanned the room again, trying to pinpoint the gaze that had sent a shiver down her spine.

But the room was a blur of movement, a sea of faces, none of which seemed particularly noteworthy. Frustrated, Priscilla decided to focus on getting the children to safety.

"Come on," she whispered, her voice low and soothing. "Let's get you out of here."

She led the children towards the back door, her senses on high alert, ever vigilant for the unseen gaze that seemed to follow her every move.

As soon as she had freed the children and ensured they were safely away from the scene, Priscilla discreetly slipped out of the tavern. Finding a secluded alleyway, she activated her invisibility spell once more.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her phone and dialed the police. "Hello," she said, her voice low and urgent, "I need to report a crime. There's a tavern… on the outskirts of town… they're… they're holding children captive. They're forcing them to… to perform."

She relayed the location of the tavern to the police dispatcher, her voice trembling slightly. "Please hurry," she pleaded. "The children… they need help."

Hanging up the phone, Priscilla retreated further into the shadows, her eyes scanning the alleyway for any signs of pursuit. She watched from a distance as police cars descended upon the tavern, sirens wailing.

She didn't witness the arrests, nor did she seek any recognition for her actions. She simply wanted to ensure the children were safe and that those men would face justice. She didn't kill them, she didn't need to. She had made them suffer, a taste of the terror they had inflicted upon the innocent children. Let them spend the rest of their lives languishing in jail, contemplating their crimes.

Although it wasn't part of the plan and she hadn't killed the person she needed to kill, she had still saved children, and that was more than enough. Priscilla thought to herself, " I can continue my revenge next time."