Left alone in her room with the door securely locked, Sabrina desperately tried to take the collar off. It had no hinge and she couldn't even slip a finger between it and her throat. Madam Satan had snapped her fingers and the cold metal had appeared around Sabrina's throat, cutting her off from using magic.

The collar was a thin metal band, with a loop hanging off the front that made a soft clinking sound when she moved. Sabrina knew it wasn't tight, she could turn it around her neck without any issues, but just the knowledge of it being there felt like she was choking.

Frustrated, she collapsed back onto the bed, tears threatening to spill over. But she refused to show any weakness and wiped her eyes, blinking back the unshed tears and looking around the room.

It was nicely furnished, with tapestries covering nearly every stone wall and a fireplace crackling with warmth. Her hastily packed suitcase was laying atop the plush comforter that covered her bed. It was really a nice room, bu Sabrina wasn't paying attention to that.

Across from the fireplace was a bookshelf full of book. Glancing from the tall wooden door that barred her escape to the fireplace and then the book shelf, Sabrina quickly formed a plan.

Taking a book from the self, she ripped out pages, tucking them around the wood surrounding the door knob. Then, she lit the remaining book on fire and used it to light the paper and door on fire. She watched as the fire spread, burning the door away from the knob and lock. Soon she was able to kick the door open and run through the flames into the hall.

Taking off running, Sabrina made her way through the hall and down the winding stairs to the entry room but she stopped short of the main doors.

Before her stood Madam Satan, arms crossed and waiting for her.

Madam Satan stared her down, her features sharp as if she'd been cut from the rock face herself. In the early evening light, even through her fear and anger, Sabrina could still see just how beautiful she was.

Tilting her head, Madam Satan smiled sadly, "Oh Sabrina, you're making things so, so difficult. I'm afraid some punishment will be in order for this."

"I am not afraid of you!" Sabrina shouted, "Mother Of Demons!"

"Then why are you trembling pet?" Madam Satan stepped closer, touching Sabrina's cheek. Sabrina flinched away.

"You're only here because it's what's best for you," she said, "How you behave is up to you. You can be good if you'd like, or you can be naughty and face your punishment."

"You can't keep me here forever,"

"But that's where you're wrong," and with a snap of Madam Satan's fingers, everything went black.

Sabrina woke up disoriented. The room was dark, but she was warm, tucked until thick blankets with something heavy encased around her ankle. Sitting up she realized she wasn't at home in bed, nor was she in the room Madam Satan had originally given her. No she was laying on a mattress covered in blankets in a dark dungeon cell. The weight around her ankle was a shackle, chaining her to the wall.

On her side of the bars was a tray with some bread and jam and a steaming hot cup of tea. In a fury Sabrina picked up the mug of tea and threw it through the bars where it shattered against the far wall.

Then, Sabrina curled up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.

She dreamed vividly of a royal court, one where she sat on the throne. Naked, save for a crown, Sabrina had one leg draped over the arm of the throne, making it easier for the woman kneeling before her to worship her with her mouth and tongue.

Her chest heaved as she moaned, pleasure like she'd never known before rippling through her body. One of Sabrina's hands threaded through the woman's messy raven hair as the woman worked magic with her tongue. Her other hand gripped the throne's armrest, fingertips digging into it as she edged closer and closer to ecstasy.

But no matter how close she got, Sabrina couldn't reach her orgasm. The woman's tongue dipped inside of her, nipped at her most sensitive bundle of nerves, and left her feeling like she'd break in pleasure, but she never came.

As if she sensed the issue, the woman lifted her head to say, "Is everything alright my queen?"

Sabrina startled awake, for the woman in her dream was none other than Madam Satan.