Chapter Nine: The Black Widow
The raven haired, Rapunzel was trapped upon the decaying and crumbling remains of the ancient tower, her new prison until Hecketty decided it was time, then the true extent of the horror and madness would be revealed which provoked and involuntary shiver, a sickening notion of what could possibly be in store for herself and Mildred.
The demonic tutor toyed with Constance of what she had planned that remained a frightening mystery.
The wind howled and whipped her hair uncontrollably around the invisible talons feeling oddly soothing and similar to that of past memories of when her mother used to nearly brush her hair, often spending hours. The thunder protested and echoed throughout the landscape, indeed getting closer towards the crumbling building, as if Mother Nature was able to sense the utter despair and fear radiating from the powerful witch that was manipulating her will. The endless clouds continued to roll across the sky, darker then ever and with no end in sight.
She sighed tiredly, knowing that she would never be able to escape nor know the feeling of finally being free, she was destined to never fully severe all the ties that held her in place as she hungered to breakaway and attempt experience normality. But she was to be forever trapped and entwined within her poisonous web while waiting for that fatal bite then to feel her life slowly leaving her body.
The spider was hungry for souls, thirsty for power and just the a spider, Hecketty gained a sadistic sense satisfaction by witnessing as her pray resisted and attempted to break free but they were condemned to exhaust themselves before the realisation of their fate was realized often always too late. Those poor unfortunate souls were rendered powerless when she secretly wanted a match, someone to at least test her, be able to match her in terms of power and be able to push her to her limits.
Hecketty Broomhead was the epitome of evil and had purposely trapped Constance in a moral dilemma by using her student, Mildred Hubble as leverage. She was powerless to leave or use her magic without facing the dire consequences. Mildred was innocent and for her to suffer needlessly due to her own selfish acts caused by her own hand caused bile to rise. Hecketty had indeed strapped the bottom of the barrel, had little to no regard for any life other than her own.
Despite being a young and innocent girl, Mildred had been drawn into the blackened plan and was an expendable pawn within the masterful game but so was Constance. The black widow had engineered a masterful plan with such military precision and accurate detail that Constance feared the worst.
There was an eerie sense of calmness, everything was still and silent. Egbert Helibore surveyed the damage, his senses assaulted by the lingering stench of decay and destruction that was presumably caused by Agatha, that even he could feel the hatred and anger in the air.
"Let's pray that I still have time." Murmured Egbert and once again disappeared, leaving a cloud of grey smoke in his wake