She couldn't shake the memory of how her heart fluttered when Madam Satan kissed her shoulder. Even days later it still haunted her thoughts- and Madam Satan's too from what Sabrina could tell.

Madam Satan's eyes lingered on her longer. Her fingertips glided across Sabrina's shoulders, her wrists, her waist. She seemed to vibrate with a tension that was barely constrained. Sabrina felt stalked, like prey trapped in the lioness's den.

But the apprehension that Sabrina knew was supposed to be there wasn't. Instead her curiosity bloomed, fed by her explicit dreams and anticipation of what was to come. She let herself enjoy the attention, let herself wander close to the edge before pulling away. How far would her keeper go to make Sabrina hers?

Quite anticlimactically, Sabrina and Madam Satan spent several days playing a kind of witch chess game or having Sabrina read aloud books on witch history.

"It's all so sad," Sabrina comment one afternoon as she let the book slide closed to the floor. She was kneeling in front of the couch, Madam Satan gently petting her hair while she read.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because these witches dedicate their life to the Dark Lord but once he's done with them he just throws them away!" Sabrina said, "It's not fair that these powerful women are just treated like nothing while the warlocks get all the benefits. He could at least rescue them from torture and death!"

"You don't think that serving your Dark Lord is reward enough?"

"He could at least treat the women who serve him like people and not objects to throw away when he's done with them."

She expected Madam Satan to curse her for blasphemy, to berate her for doubting the Dark Lord. But instead Madam Satan tilted her head, cupping Sabrina's cheek in her hand. She regarded Sabrina for a long moment.

"Indeed. Men," Madam Satan paused, the pad of her thumb lightly ghosting across the apple of her cheek, "they teach us to fear power. But it's their own fear they're projecting onto women like us, their own fear of what we could do if we truly embraced what's rightfully ours."

"And the Dark Lord?" Sabrina whispered.

"He's just a man as well."

…

It was tied to her wrist, wrapped up around her hand and her pinky stretching out into the tangle that surrounded her. The red thread was everywhere like the whole world was made of its tangle and Sabrina was trapped in the middle of it.

Her world, shrouded in red, was a dream, she knew it had to be, but that didn't stop her from the impossible task of finding her way through the dense mess. She stepped through the threads, ducking and weaving as she gather her strand around her wrist.

For what felt like an eternity she unraveled the thread but it surrounded her and just as she thought she was making progress, she's come across a new knot, blocking her way.

"Help!" she called into the great red nothing that surrounded her, "Help me, someone!"

"Sabrina!" a familiar voice called back, "Sabrina you're almost there!"

"Where are you?" she yelled, "Hello? Hello?"

"Sabrina!"

And with a gasp, Sabrina sat up, awake, and in her cell room.

…

"Get down on your hands and knees," she said as soon as Sabrina entered. Madam Satan gestured to a place on the carpet with her foot, as her hands held a tea tray.

"Don't understand how this teaches me to be a good witch," said Sabrina, assuming the position.

"Keep your back flat," instructed Madam Satan, "And that is not how you're supposed to address me."

"Yes Mistress," Sabrina said, "Sorry Mistress."

Madam Satan gently adjusted Sabrina's hands and knees with the toe of her shoe before setting the tea tray on her back. She gasped softly as the cool metal chilled her back.

"I'm auditioning for the potion of my new tea table," Madam Satan said, taking a seat and pouring herself a cup of tea. Crossing one leg over the other, she ran the tip of her toe along the backside of Sabrina's leg, making her shiver but freeze as to not disturb the tray.

"This exercise is in obedience and submission," she continued. Out of the corner of her eye, Sabrina could see Madam Satan slowly sip her tea, taking her time.

It didn't take long for Sabrina's arms and legs to grow shaky, her hips and shoulders becoming stiff. Meanwhile Madam Satan hummed to herself, first reclining on the couch, then standing to pave in a slow circle around Sabrina. She could feel Madam Satan's eyes roam hungrily over her body and that thought sent heat straight to her core.

Sabrina felt hot and cold all at once. That morning she's chosen a simple red skirt that she now realized was a mistake. The skirt, as cute as it was, didn't completely cover her bottom as she wobbled on all fours on the carpet and she could feel her underwear growing damper and damper with each passing moment.

She hated her- no that wasn't quite right. Sabrina reexaminated her feelings and found that she didn't hate Madam Satan, it was something else, something that she couldn't quite put a finger on.

"As tea tables go," Madam Satan commented, "you're my prettiest one."

Sitting back down on the couch, Madam Satan made herself another cup of tea. Then picked something up off the tray. In front of Sabrina's lips appeared a strawberry, redder than any she'd ever seen and tempting as sin. Sabrina eyed it, biting her lip.

"Go ahead kitten," Madam Satan said, "Take a bite."

Stretching forward ever so slightly, Sabrina bit into the strawberry, it's sweet juice running down her chin. Carefully, she ate the fruit down to its leaves and Madam Satan withdraw her fingers momentarily before offering her another. Her thumb gently swiped across Sabrina's lips, collecting the red juice before licking her fingers clean.