THIRD PERSON POV
JUST A SIMPLE SPELL AND IN A COUNT OF THREE. Everyone falls into a state of trance. Their eyes turn into nothing and their entire world is now in control as their entire body is at the hand of a puppeteer and they are all her putter. Added by the slow turning time. The echoing footsteps of trouble and danger are echoing as bit by bit its distance is getting smaller and smaller towards the specific cell that the maid, no, Natasha’s soul inside is directing towards.
“I need to see it myself. I need to be sure and more.” She whispers with disdain, doubt, and lingering fear for the possible fact that right now, the prey that she has poisoned since then is not anymore, the same as what she was and should be.
The little prey that isn’t little anymore, instead grows rapidly
