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At the top of the grand stairs, Samantha hesitated in her movements, whilst her fingers balled delicately in front of her, her satin maroon dress clinging uncomfortably to her skin. She was strictly opposed to wearing such a provocative dress and coming down the stairs looking like a harlot on parade, she had refused to wear this dress despite their threatening persuasion, but each time they reminded her that she will not get the proof she needed if she kept up with her nonsensical attitude, it drew a limit to which she once thought she could cross.
When she dared to use her powers, the lady with the Auburn-brown hair swiftly trapped her wrist using enchanted chains, as if they had already sensed that would be her next option towards escape– it felt as though they knew her powers more than her, they knew her strategies regardless of how many times she tried to outsmart them, and it frightened her to her gut.
