Nearly an hour later Madam Satan strolled out of her bathroom looking fresh and clean, hair perfectly styled and clad in a plunging emerald green robe. She smiled, pleased with herself and pleased to see Sabrina waiting for her on the bed. Sabrina had been paging through the book of spells and rites, but once her mistress entered she set it aside, folding her hands in her lap.

"Well well well," Madam Satan squeezed one of Sabrina's stocking feet before relaxing back onto her couch, "Look at you, so sweet and pretty. I like you there, on my bed."

Sabrina signed, glancing away.

"You're cross," Madam Satan said, "I didn't kill him if that's what you're worried about."

"If I had my powers, I would have been able to defend myself," said Sabrina, "It wouldn't have gotten out of hand so fast."

Madam Satan tilted her head, licking her lips before responding, "I'm sorry that happened kitten, I never intended for you to be hurt. His insolence surprised me as well."

"That's not my point!" Sabrina felt her hands bawl into fists in the comforter that covered the bed. Madam Satan raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue. Forcing herself to take a deep breath, Sabrina tried to calm herself.

"I'm upset because without my magic, I can't defend myself," she said, as calmly as she could, "I'm totally helpless. I want you to take my collar off and let me use my powers again."

Madam Satan shook her head, "Oh kitten, I can't do that."

"But why not!" it came out more of a shout than an actual question.

Standing, Madam Satan walked slowly to the foot of the bed. Sabrina instinctively moved back, further onto the bed, her breath catching in her throat.

"This is part of your punishment, part of your training," she leaned forward, hands on the bed, moving closer and closer to Sabrina, "You have to learn to trust me."

"Submit to you, you mean," Sabrina snapped.

Hand wrapping around her ankle, Madam Satan pulled, pulling Sabrina flat on her back, her skirt flipping up in the process. She pounced on Sabrina, pinning her wrists above her head and stattling her slim hips.

Sabrina's eyes widened and she instinctively tried to pull her hands away. Her heart pounded so hard that she thought Madam Satan could hear it. Madam Satan tilted her head, watched Sabrina squirm beneath her.

"Do you want me to let you up?" she asked.

"No," the word was out of her mouth before Sabrina could think and she flushed. A slow smile spread across Madam Satan's face, obviously pleased with herself. She leaned down, letting go of Sabrina's wrists as she kissed the place just under Sabrina's right ear.

"On your word it stops, alright kitten? You don't have anything to be afraid of. Understand?"

"Y-yeah,"

"What do you say?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good girl," she murmured, kissing her again, this time at the corner of Sabrina's mouth.

With deft fingers, Madam Satan unfastened the buttons of Sabrina's blouse. She trailed kisses along the newly exposed skin, tongue dipping into Sabrina's navel. Sabrina gasped at the wet sensation, arching up into her mouth. In a single, sharp motion, Madam Satan ripped Sabrina's crumpled skirt in half.

Sabrina reached for the tie on Madam Satan's robe, but her wrists were quickly caught again. Moving back, she pulled Sabrina halfway to sitting up, ridding her of her open blouse, then easily unfastening her bra and tossing it away.

Grabbing at her robe again, Sabrina fell back to the bed, pulling Madam Satan with her. She kissed her, a messy clash of teeth and tongues, Sabrina getting caught up on the moment as she wrapped her legs around Madam Satan's waist.

"Minx," Madam Satan whispered in Sabrina's ear before sinking her teeth into the tender place where Sabrina's neck met shoulder.

Sabrina screamed, pain mixed with pleasure in a way that was new and exciting. She wanted more, craved more…. everything. More touch, more heat, more her.

But as quickly as Madam Satan had pounced on her, she was gone, standing again at the end of the bed, leaving Sabrina cold.

"I'll be back in a little while," she said, with a wink, "don't wait up for me."

Alone and basically naked on the bed, Sabrina huffed, crossing her arms as she watched her mistress sashay out.

She did wait up though, knees pulled up to her chest as she sat in her nightgown hours later. When Madam Satan finally returned, she raised an eyebrow at the sight.

"Kitten," she said, leaning over to kiss Sabrina. Sabrina turned her head at the last moment, letting her kiss her cheek instead of squarely on the mouth.

"Still cross I see," she got up, moving to change.

"I don't need you to take care of me," Sabrina said.

"No, no you don't," Madam Satan undressed easily, slipping into a barely there nightdress, "But do you want someone to?"

"Do you?" Sabrina asked, a petulant air to her tone.

"Cheeky," she slipped into bed beside Sabrina, "Do I need to turn you over my knee and spank you?"

Flushing bright red, Sabrina tried to stammer out a reply.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Madam Satan chuckled, leaning over Sabrina to turn off the light, leaving them both in the dark.

…

It shouldn't take so long to go from her dungeon to Madam Satan's chambers. Yet, Sabrina had been walking for what felt like an hour, through hallways that all looked the same, past portrait eerie and horrific but all the same.

She paused, turning right this time instead of left, and several feet later examined the painting on the wall. Exactly the same as the one shed just turned past. To test an idea, she took it off the wall, setting it on the floor, the sprinted ahead, turning left. Moments later, she saw it, the painting she'd removed from the wall.

Sabrina felt cold. The temperature in the hall hadn't changed, but she was chilled the bone. She'd been walking in circles, the magic that spread through the castle kept her locked in the same hallway. How long had really past? With no clocks, there was no way of knowing, and who was to say that the clocks wouldn't betray her. Maybe the sentient stonework could manipulate tone as well at it could the wallpaper and carpets.

Her fingers brushed the collar around her neck, templer flaring again. As long as Madam Satan kept her collared she was powerless. It was a trap, in Sabrina's opinion, while the woman wouldn't force Sabrina to bond with her, she could drive her to.

Storming forward, Sabrina flung every available door open, she ran down the hall at full speed, ending up in the same corridor every time. She flung a vase at the wall only to find it repaired a moment later. She clawed as her collar, yelling and screaming. Nothing she did worked, her voice reverberated off the walls, bouncing back to her mockingly. Madam Satan was nowhere to be found either, if this was one of her ploys Sabrina expected at least one of her sneaky smiles or something to pin her down, but she was totally alone.

Sabrina leaned against one of the taunting walls, sliding to the floor. As much as she willed herself not to, she soon found herself crying at the sheer desperation of it all. She pressed her palms against her eyelids, trying to stop the embarrassing flow of tears. But soon she gave up, pulling her knees to her chest and sobbing.

"Sabrina? Sabrina!" Madam Satan's voice called out from the other end of the hall.

Sabrina lifted her head, and in an instant Madam Satan was by her side, easily pulling her into her embrace. Instinctively, Sabrina wrapped her arms around Madam Satan's neck, hiding her face in the crook of throat as she was carried far away from the hallway that was her tormentor.

"I'm sorry," Madam Satan whispered into Sabrina's hair, "I'm sorry, love, I didn't know where you'd gone."

She stepped through the door at the end of the hallway, and into her chambers. Sabrina felt almost overwrought, sobbing into Madam Satan's shoulder.

"Shh shh you're safe now, I've got you," she said, laying her on the bed. Sabrina hiccuped, letting herself be tucked in, snuggling under the covers, trying to calm her breathing. Madam Satan sat on the bed beside her, gently petting her hair until Sabrina drifted off to sleep.

…

Daylight cast it's warm glow over the room when Sabrina woke up. She felt groggy, but magic raced through her veins. She could feel its power more intensely than when she first came to the castle. Reaching up, Sabrina's hands brushed the warm skin of her own neck, her collar gone.

Sitting up, Sabrina ran a hand through her messy hair, glancing over to see Madam Satan asleep beside her. On the bedside table her collar lay open, her magic restored. She layed back down, carefully lifting her mistress's arm to curl up closer to her. The movement, roused Madam Satan and she smiled as she pulled Sabrina closer.

"Good morning," she murmured, "Sleep well, kitten?"

Sabrina ignored the question, "You took off my collar."

"Mmmm," Madam Satan hummed and Sabrina could feel her chest vibrating, "Indeed. I felt you'd suffered enough because of it- unless you'd like it back?"

"No! No, I mean, I like this."

A warm hand slid under Sabrina's shirt, tracing circles on her back. After a few minutes, Sabrina lifted her head to look up at her.

"Mistress?"

"Yes?"

"I want to bond with you."