Fantom couldn't believe what was happening. She had been beaten by that idiot Cynthia and left to be the village plaything. And when they had gotten tired of her, she was carted off to her other rival, Zanthie.
It was absolutely inconceivable. Beaten by the one classmate she never thought she'd see again, and carted off to the one other person she never hoped she'd run into again... things were looking bad.
Well, perhaps not 'looking bad.' She'd been in the hood for days, though thanks to its enchantments, time had no meaning. She was safe and preserved, so long as she found herself hooded and hobbled and helpless. Some life for a villainess.
Zanthie's hands moved up and down her body. She was sealing every lock with magic, melting the metal inside and tightening the straps. It was all over now. No more running around and kidnapping princes or romancing barons. No more attempts to summon succubi or deal with dragons. Zanthie was draining her power, leaving her ensorcelled to her vile will. Resistance was just about futile; she had kicked and squirmed enough for one lifetime.
Hopefully, Zanthie would use her as something fun. Perhaps a cherished trophy in her hideout, or a pillow in her bedchambers...
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