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Chapter 4
A nightmare with a twist
Constance was trapped in the dark room, alone with the beady eyed Mistress Broomhead. She twisted her thin mouth, "What a lovely little family you have made for yourself, Constance."
In a heartbeat, Broomhead had darted across the room. She had moved faster than Constance had ever seen her move before as she towered over her. Constance was pressed into a corner, the foul stench of Mistress Broomhead's breath searing her nostrils as she tried to find a way out. Her old form mistress' long, beak-like nose loomed over her, her nostrils flaring as she hissed, "It would be a shame if anything happened to that beautiful wife of yours."
Constance whimpered, trying to find the words she so desperately needed. Her mind was blank, terror consuming her as she remembered only too well what this woman was capable of.
Mistress Broomhead's eyes narrowed, her voice sickly as she whispered, "Now... Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say, or are you going to try and run?"
Constance nodded, tears clouding her vision as she tried not to meet the icy gaze of her old tutor.
"I'll always be with you," Broomhead hissed as she moved even closer to Constance, "You will never be able to leave. Now then, where were we?"
In a heartbeat, she had hold of Constance's wrists. She struggled, trying to pull away but her fighting was pointless. A truly evil smile lit Broomhead's face. Her heels clicked as she stepped back away from Constance. The younger witch was holding her breath, wondering what Broomhead's plan was, what she was going to do to her. Broomhead turned away, snorting at the sound of Constance's choking breath as she fought back her tears. She spun around, the back of her hand colliding with Constance's cheek. The slap echoed around the room. The force of the slap forced Constance onto the floor, sliding painfully to Broomhead's feet.
Constance was stunned as she held her stinging cheek, trying to stop the tears from forming. Broomhead bend down, cupping Constance's chin in her cold hand, "What does that beautiful wife of yours see in you? Look at you, lying there. You're pathetic," another wicked smile as she pressed a foul kiss against Constance's lips, "You're mine, Constance, to do with whatever I wish."
Constance turned her face away as Broomhead pressed another kiss to her cheek. Broomhead grasped Constance's face; thin, bony fingers digging into her cheeks, tiny red crescents in the wake of her fingernails. Constance had no choice as she tried not to cry out at the pain. She looked into the ice cold eyes of Hecketty Broomhead.
"Bad move, Constance."
Constance inhaled sharply, "Please Mistress Broomhead. Please don't hurt me!"
"I'm going to give you exactly what you deserve, Constance Hardbroom."
Broomhead bent over Constance, her rough hand stroking Constance's pale cheek, "You know Constance, you were always my favourite plaything."
She swooped over Constance like a raven, her piercing glare unflinching as she watched her prey, her talons at the ready. Her claws dug into Constance's wrists as she grasped them, one hand holding the two hands together, the other trailing down Constance's body. It was a foreign touch, not a soft familiar touch like Imogen's, oh her beautiful Immy, the one her heart sang for, the one who made a smile light up her face on the darkest day. A smile crept onto Constance's lips as cold, bony fingers grasped her chin. The squeezed tighter and tighter, her jaw throbbing as yellow bruises began to form around her jawline. A hard slap brought her out of her trace.
"I know what you're thinking, Constance," Broomhead hissed venomously, "And if I can't have you then your worthless non-witch wife can't have you either. Maybe I should try your wife. How about that?"
"No!" Screamed Constance, tears clouding her vision as she clawed at Broomhead's wrist, "Please don't hurt her!"
"You're mine, Constance!" Glowered Broomhead, "Say it."
"I'm... I'm..." Stuttered Constance, shaking her head.
Broomhead wound her fingers in Constance' hair and yanked it sharply. Something sharp touched her skin, like needles digging into her flesh. Constance let out a piercing scream as Broomhead scraped her bony fingers over her body, leaving a trail of deep red marks. Constance kept screaming as Broomhead pressed harder and harder.
"This is what you deserve, Constance. I wonder if your precious wife could take this."
Constance's world went black. After a few moments Constance saw a shadow of a figure. She pushed and pulled to get away and she could feel someone coming closer. She jumped away from her attacker, a horrific scream leaving her lungs as Constance saw a vision of Broomhead hurting Imogen.
"Please don't hurt her," Constance screamed, witnessing the vision.
Suddenly Constance realised she was in her bedroom. Her eyes were wide, glistening with terror as she lifted herself off the mattress. Her body was trembling, droplets of sweat trickling down her skin.
Unknown to Constance, Imogen had been woken up by her screaming and yelling. She watched Constance flailing in her sleep, murmuring incoherently. Imogen reached out to touch her face. Constance pulled away from her touch. An expression of hurt flicked across Imogen's face. Constance was in a trance, tears rolling down her cheek, "Don't hurt her! Please, don't hurt her. Take me, hurt me instead!"
Imogen moved closer to Constance, stroking her cheek, pressing soft kisses to her face. She whispered, "Shh baby. I'm here, I've got you. No one can hurt us, baby. I won't be letting you go. Constance, baby. Can you hear me? I'm here."
Taking Constance's hand in her own, Imogen held it against her own cheek, stroking it gently until Constance's eyes fluttered open. She remembered the touch of the soft hands, she remembered the loving voice. Her eyes met Imogen's and for a moment she forgot where she was. Those beautiful green eyes, she thought, and she knew as her love held her that her family was safe.
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