Sabrina woke up in an unfamiliar bed. It was a warm bed, a soft bed, and based off the undisturbed blankets beside her, Sabrina knew she'd slept alone. She sat up slowly, glancing over to see Madam Satan sleep in her chair. Her legs were pulled up, and her long cascade of hair was hiding her face that was tucked by her knees. She looked more peaceful in sleep than Sabrina had ever seen her.

As quietly as she could, Sabrina rolled out of bed and padded to the kitchen. Soon she brought back up a tray of breakfast, setting on the table next to Madam Satan's fire side chair, kneeling down beside her.

Madam Satan groaned as she woke up, brushing her hair out of her face, "Mmm what have you gotten up to little kitten?"

"I brought breakfast," said Sabrina with a soft smile. Madam Satan reached out, patting her on the cheek.

"That you did, my sweet. Thank you."

…

The path down into the darkest part of the dungeon was growing familiar to Sabrina. She wandered it, not worried by the ivy that mysterious grew or the torches that always stayed lit. Thus was the magic that flowed through the mortal and veins of the castle.

Under her arm was tucked a book of fairy tales she'd found in the library and she was dressed in an off white dress Madam Satan had presented her with, surprisingly. Most days, an array of clothes, both the ones she'd brought herself and ones her mistress provided. But with this dress, Madam Satan has given it to her in person.

"I think," she'd said, pulling the dress out of a chest in her chambers. She'd lifted it up to show her, "this dress would look quite lovely on you."

So Sabrina had taken it with her, down to her cell room where she washed her face in the basin of warm water that appeared and dressed. The creamy, soft dress fit her perfectly, even if she couldn't reach the last two buttons behind her neck, but that was probably all in the design, something her mistress wanted to do herself.

Cool air hit the back of her neck as Sabrina slipped into the sleeper's room and slowly approached the platform. She looked so much like Madam Satan had this morning when Sabrina had found her sleeping. Sitting down beside the sleeping woman, Sabrina gently reached up, fingertips brushing her cool hand. She leaned in, kissing the woman's hand, but unfortunately she didn't stir.

"I brought a book," Sabrina said softly, "I don't know if you've heard this story before, but it's called Sleeping Beauty."

…

"Sabrina Spellman," the voice chilled her to her core and Sabrina stopped in her tracks. She turned whirred around. The carpet in the hall had muffled the footfalls behind her.

"Father Blackwood," Sabrina said, backing up, "W-what are you doing here? Where's Madam Satan?"

"That's not how you address your superior," he replied, looming.

Sabrina stared up in defiance and repeated herself, "Where is Madam Satan?"

"Obviously not doing her job," said Father Blackwood. He stepped closer and with quick reflexes caught her by the throat, just under her collar, "Give me one night and I'll have you whipped into shape."

Sabrina choked and gasped as he lifted her off the floor. Her feet kicked, but she couldn't make any noise to scream for her mistress. Without her magic she was powerless to stop him. Anger and fear rushed through her and her desperately wished for her collar gone and her magic back so she could light Blackwood ablaze.

"Unhand her," Madam Satan was behind him, and suddenly Sabrina was free from Blackwood's grip, causing her to fall to the floor.

Father Blackwood was frozen in place, arm still raised in the air. Madam Satan stalked slowly around him, hand curled with magic as she held him there. With her other hand, her helped Sabrina up, pulling her close. Sabrina welcomed the comfort and wrapped bother arms around Madam Satan's middle, a move that seemed to greatly please her.

"What shall we do with him, my little kitten?" she asked Sabrina, "Would you like to watch him coke on his own blood as he dies? Shall I rip him limb from limb?"

She ran her fingers through Sabrina's hair, "His fate is in your hands."

Sabrina pretended to think it over, watching Blackwood squirm under her gaze, "I want him to apologize, then I want him to swear that he'll leave me and my family alone."

Madam Satan turned, "You heard her, get on your knees."

"You'll regret this," growled Blackwood, but Madam Satan's magic was stronger, forcing him to kneel before them. A little smile lit Sabrina's face. She felt powerful, even though it wasn't her hand, it was still her will being enacted.

"My…. apologizes Miss Spellman," Blackwood choked out.

"For?" Sabrina prompted, feeling bolder in the safety of Madam Satan's embrose.

"For choking you," he said, "But I'm not sorry for sending you into the Dark Lord's whore house-" He cut off, choking and clutching at his throat.

Beside her, Madam Satan had grown still. "Sabrina," she said, voice hard, "Go upstairs to my chambers and don't leave."

Sabrina only hesitated a moment before turning and running down the hall, away from both of them. But as she paused on the stairs, she heard Madam Satan say, "Now then Father Blackwood, perhaps it's time you find out what happens when someone threatens me or my pet…"

…

The book was laying on the chair, open to the section about bonding when Sabrina walked in, looking for her mistress. Of course, Madam Satan had left it there specifically for Sabrina to find. She could be subtle if she wanted, but Sabrina knew that most times she didn't bother to, enjoying how her direct comments made Sabrina blush.

But regardless, Sabrina's curiosity was never satisfied, and she picked up the book, settling down to read. She needed a distraction from what just happened- from what was still happening- in the hallway.

The entry about bonding had three sections; one about the benefits bonding had for the master, one about the benefits the submissive, and lastly a section on how to perform the bonding ritual.

Sabrina ran a finger along the words, then glanced up at the door, regarding the eerie silence. There was nothing left to do but wait. Madam Satan was on the warpath, all her dangerous calm fury focused on Blackwood. Sabrina almost pitied him as she turned back to the book- almost.

Benefits of Bonding to the Master , Sabrina read. It outlined how, once bonded, the Master (or Mistress) would be able to call their submissive to them from anywhere in the world. The submissive would only be able to reach orgasm by themselves or by their Master.

Biting her lip, Sabrina read on. After bonding, submissives wouldn't be able to be touched by anyone, aside from their master, threatening them with sexual harm or the perpetrator would feel like they were on fire. It didn't explicitly say, but it seemed like an anti-rape precaution.

A mark would appear on both their bodies, a physical representation of their bond. Sex would be more intense and something called dreamwalking would become much easier for both of them. Neither the master nor the submissive would be able to kill the other, and as long as one lived, so would the other. Sabrina's brow furrowed, bonding looked to be a deep intimacy, like marriage, but also like a guardianship.

From the open door to Madam Satan's vast bathroom, Sabrina heard the tell tale sound of footsteps on the tile floor. Discarding the book, she walked to the threshold but froze there from what she saw.

Madam Satan's arms and hands were covered in blood, blood that also speckled her face and neck. She looked up, meeting Sabrina's gaze in the mirror.

"Are- are you okay?" Sabrina asked, surprising herself, the sight of her covered in blood was both alarming and oddly arousing.

"I'm fine, kitten, which is more than I can say for your dear high priest."

"Is he dead?"

"No. Let's just say he won't be laying a hand on you or any other woman ever again."

Sabrina nodded, unsure how to respond.

"Why don't you wait for me on the bed little one, I'll be cleaned up in a minute," Madam Satan said and Sabrina did just that, shutting the bathroom door behind her.