
"Bind my blood within this body of twine, and bring sensation to him oh, so fine. Our lives will be in careful line, but in due time, he will be mine." A small trickle of blood fell from Mistress Evelyn, Mistress of Coven for young witches with no place in the world. She smeared the blood over the doll's head and heart as she took a normal, white candle stick and lit the doll on fire, igniting passion and love that shall be burned into the soul and mind.
The coven consisted of thirteen young girls. A perfect number for the cult.
Raelynn, one of the newer witches, watched with anticipation of the spell from the older woman. In attire definitions, Raelynn was the perfect example of a witch. Her hair was thin, straight, black as night. Her makeup was as Hecate painted her in the modern time. The striking feature was her sky-blue eyes.
"This spell will seal your eternal bond with the one dearest to you. You will sacrifice part of your blood to the one who you admire so dear to you, just like, if you do it well, you will submit your mind, your body." Raelynn gulped, thinking of someone in mind.
One witch raised her hand - a young thing with short, brunette hair with pink highlights. She was on the thinner side with fair skin. Her nails were freshly manicured and she wore light makeup. Raelynn thought a girl like her would never fit into the coven if she didn't see the powers herself. "But, what would happen if this spell doesn't work? Like, did we somehow screw up or are we just not compatible with that person?"
Evelyn smiled, "Oh, no, my dear Misty. This is guaranteed to work if you provide enough blood and you mean your words as a witch." A question crossed Raelynn's mind, worried about what to even think about what the answer could be. "Yes, Raelynn?" The girl's eyes turned to the newer witch, pressure building on her shoulders.
"What if..." She cleared her throat, trying to get the words to come out. "If two witches performed this spell at the same time and it's for the same person, what would happen?" As expected, the other witches gossiped and giggled at Raelynn's question, assuming what they could think would be a cheating scandal when really, it is just out of curiosity. She moved her head down in shame.
"Quiet, my witches, quiet," Evelyn spoke with a calm, but stern tone. In all of her years, she never raised her voice to any of her witches and she doesn't plan to start now. "My dear, it sounds as if a usual situation has arrived for you." Raelynn gulped, swallowing her embarrassment, her pride went completely straight out of the window. The other witches calmed down their giggling fits and listened to their mistress.
"Well, then, it will be a first for everything, now will it?" Raelynn's eyes moved up to meet with her teacher, who only had a gentle smile. "My teachings, I plan for you witches, is to not use your powers to harm. It is to gain attention to you and your abilities, abilities that no other has. You young witches have unique gifts that can't rival others, not to mention, you will have more power than the other witches."
"You said we try not to harm. Aren't we harming the one we love by forcing him to love us?" Raelynn followed up her question with another. Evelyn kept her smile.
"No, my dear. It is not forcing or harming him if he can't feel or see it. Each coven has it's own little secret, right? And this is ours - let it show, don’t tell." Raelynn swallowed her anxiety, now unsure how to feel about the spell. But, in order for her to be successful, she must do it. And hope whoever else has the same feelings for the boy, her power and desire is stronger. "Now, my witches. Let's begin."
Raelynn sighs, she holds her little doll of twine, a piece of paper with his phone number is stuffed inside, an item or anything associated with the victim must be stuffed inside the doll, close to the heart. She closed her eyes, performing her little secret, rewriting her loved one's fate until the day he died, trapping him to his invisible chains, only for him to have eyes on her.
"Bind my blood within this body of twine, and bring sensation to him oh, so fine. Our lives will be in careful line, but in due time, he will be mine."
About the Creator
C.E. Mattison
A Writer from the Midwest
Currently working on a secret novel
Currently working on Daddy's Girl on Vocal
Inspiring to be the Nation's Best Seller



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