Sabrina stood in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind her back. Madam Satan slowly circled her, naming spells for her to recite their incantations in latin. It was boring and repetitious but Madam Satan insisted on it, drilling her until Sabrina could recite then backwards and forwards.
"What's the point if I can't do magic?" Sabrina snapped, hands curling at her sides. Madam Satan raised her eyebrows at Sabrina's tone, and Sabrina hesitated under her gaze.
"You already possess the ability to perform magic," Madam Satan said, "But you lack the knowledge, and knowledge, my little kitten, has just as much power as the magic itself."
Sabrina licked her lips, "That makes sense."
"I have been doing this quite a long time," Madam Satan said.
"How long have you been here?" Sabrina asked, "In this castle? Alone?"
Madam Satan tapped her on the nose affectionately, "Stay focused. Now, what's the spell to summon wind?"
" Ventus mando adducam Pazuzu," Sabrina answered automatically.
"Good girl," she said, then took both of Sabrina's hands in hers, "Now say it again, like you're casting a spell."
Closing her eyes, Sabrina took a deep breathe and pronounced, "Ventus mando adducam Pazuzu."
It started gently, breeze ruffling her hair like someone passing by, but soon the room was filled with a swirling gusts that circled them like a tornado. Sabria gasped, eyes flying open as she stepped closer to Madam Satan. Her mistress smiled, making sure to keep a hold of one of Sabrina's hands as she wrapped a protected arm around her.
"I- how-?"
"By channeling my magic through our hands, you used it to cast the spell," she explained. As she let go of Sabrina's hand, the wind died instantly, their connection broken. Sabrina had felt the magic flowing between them, and with it gone she felt alone and empty again, making her step closer, wanting to feel it again.
Madam Satan pulled her all the more closer, their bodies pressed together, and reached up, running the pad of her thumb along Sabrina's bottom lip. Sabrina blinked up at her, her gaze settling on her lips.
"It's exhilarating, isn't it, the power flowing between us," Madam Satan continued, "It's very intimate. And something we'd be able to perform much easier were you to give yourself to me to be bonded."
Sabrina's eyes snapped up, meeting the piercing blue ones that studied her. Jerking away, she pulled herself from Madam Satan's embrace, rubbing her arms like she wanted to rub the memory of the touch away. She ached for her, aches for her touch, her kiss, her approval, ached for even this mysterious bonding Madam Satan wanted to perform.
It was like a war raging inside her. On one hand she craved this woman more than anything she'd ever wanted before, but on the other, she wasn't sure she could trust her and her sadistic ways.
"Well," Madam Satan, noticing Sabrina's discomfort, sat down on the couch, "Why don't you go fetch us some tea?"
…
Sabrina stepped into the sitting room to find Madam Satan sprawled out on the couch. As soon as she saw her, however, her face lit up and she sat up slightly, gesturing for her to come closer.
"Come! Come here my sweet! Come sit on your Mistress's lap," she said, gently guiding Sabrina into her arms as she came closer.
It had been several days since the wind exercise and since then, they hadn't tried channeling again. Surprisingly, Sabrina had realized that Madam Satan was keeping her distance. That pretense had vanished now though as she wrapped her arms around Sabrina's waist, nuzzling her just behind her ear. Sabrina's body betrayed her as she relaxed into the embrace.
"Just the little witch I wanted to see," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to trace the soft shell of Sabrina's ear, "I've grown so bored, I thought we could play a little game."
Sabrina shivered, "W-what kind of game?"
A low chuckle vibrated against her body, "One where you try to run and I catch you."
Before she could respond, or even process what she'd been told, Sabrina felt an arm slip under her legs, the other tighten around her middle. Madam Satan stood, holding Sabrina like a new bride, and in a puff of magic they were before the entrance to a hedge maze.
Madam Satan presses a kiss to Sabrina's temple before setting her down, "Now, the rules are simple, you try to get to the other end of the maze and I try to catch you. If I catch you, I get to kiss you, but if you make it to the other end- unlikely- you'll get this-"
From nothingness she plucked a glass orb and held it in the palm of her hand in front of Sabrina.
"Go ahead kitten, take a little peak,"
Leaning in, Sabrina could see and hear all the comings and goings from the Spellman Mortuary. Aunt Hilda was baking cookies while Ambrose lamented about the corpses in the basement. Aunt Zelda huffed at whatever she was reading in her newspaper, today's copy was in Chinese, as she absently stirred her coffee. Sabrina gasped.
With a smile, Madam Satan pocketed the orb, "You'd better run fast if you want it."
"Wait, one more rule," Sabrina said, furrowing her brow as she pulled herself up to her full, yet diminutive, height. "You can't use magic. It won't be fair since I can't and you could just cast a spell to trap me!"
"Spunky to the end," Madam Satan said, stepping closer, "Do you think your pretty little mouth will still be sassing me when you're tied to my bed, spread open and aching for me?"
Sabrina's face flushed as her mouth dropped open. But Madam Satan just laughed.
"Your wish is my command little pet, no magic, but you'd better run!"
Sabrina turned and fled into the hedge maze, turning left then right and sprinting as fast as she could go. But the maze was vast and she quickly found herself lost. The hedges all looked the same, and she had the sinking suspicion that she'd been walking in circles for the past several minutes.
The maze was still in the castle, so she couldn't use the sun or sky to find her way. Instead when she looked up, all Sabrina could see was the ceiling, bright and luminescent with false magic clouds swirling above.
She ran, deep and deeper, but soon she could hear Madam Satan coming after her.
"Here kitty kitty," Madam Satan's voice called her as she searched, "Where are you my little kitten?"
She was gaining on her, and Sabrina ducked down a row to find herself met with a dead end.
"Kitten? You better run fast little kitten," Madam Satan said, her voice sounding closer, then laughed.
Sabrina pressed her lips together, trying to calm her breathing. She was trapped, and so soon! There had to be another way, she wasn't going to get caught so easily.
"I do like it when you run," she was so close now, "Your blood starts pumping so fast and you smell so sweet."
"Shoot," Sabrina muttered to herself. She pressed against the hedge in front of her, but there was no getting through it. Then she tried the hedge to her right, then her left and-
Her hand went right through the hedge to her left! It wasn't hedge at all, but something like a projection, magic in the maze. Sabrina stepped into the not-hedge and was in another hedge lined trail.
She sprinted farther through the maze, but she could feel Madam Satan always just a turn or so behind her. She could always hear her foot falls behind her, growing closer and closer. Stepping to a fork in the path, Sabrina could see down both left and right paths. But just as she was trying to decide which way to go, Madam Satan stepped into the clearing at the opposite end of the left path.
Sabrina could see the smile form on Madam Satan's face, both delighted and feral. She ran as fast as she could down the other path, but whether by magic for pure physical strength, Madam Satan was faster.
Feeling a hand around her waist, Sabrina shrieked as they both tumbled to the ground. She tried to fight away, but Madam Satan was on top of her, sitting on her hips and holding her arms down above her head.
"Go ahead and fight all you want," Madam Satan said, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "But you're not escaping my grasp this time."
Laying on her back, Sabrina stilled, looking up defiantly at her. She could feel herself pouting a little, her lip wobbling in defeat. Madam Satan's gleeful smile softened at this and, while still pinning her wrists with one hand, gently traced the curve of Sabrina's cheek.
"Don't cry my sweet, you did so good, I expected to catch you much sooner," she bent her head again, kissing her cheek, "I quite enjoyed the chase. Now, let's get you cleaned up."
…
Freshly bathed and nightgown clad, Sabrina wandered barefoot into Madam Satan's personal chambers, where she'd been summoned to. Madam Satan was sitting by the fireplace, and gestured to Sabrina to come sit on her lap again.
"I believe you owe me a kiss," Madam Satan said softly, hooking a finger under Sabrina's chin.
Sabrina felt her heart leap in her chest with surprising excitement. She'd quite literally dreamed of this moment, and now here it was, leaving her feeling weak in the knees and hot all over. Her face a red, and her breath caught in her throat as she nodded mutely. Madam Satan watched her, gently smoothing a piece of Sabrina's hair behind her ear.
After taking a shaky breath, Sabrina leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as she kissed Madam Satan. Her mistress's lips were soft and warm, welcoming even, and Sabrina surrendered to the kiss, parting her own lips to let Madam Satan's tongue slide into her mouth.
Sabrina twisted, running her hands through Madam Satan's hair. The touch felt electric, she'd craved it, hungered for it, and now Madam Satan was pulling her tightly to her, kissing her with reckless abandon.
When she pulled away, they were both breathless. Sabrina wanted to kiss her again, she wanted to run all the way back to Greendale where things made sense, she never wanted to leave Madam Satan's arms. Madam Satan touched her face, watching her intently as if she could see the battle raging behind her eyes.
Then, to Sabrina's surprise, Madam Satan pulled the glass orb from the air and handed it to her, pressing another kiss to Sabrina's temple.
"I can't deny you my sweet," she said softly, "Here, watch your aunties all you'd like."
In awe, Sabrina turned the orb over in her hands, watching the Spellman house go about its business, until she drifted off to sleep, her head resting in the crook of Madam Satan's throat.