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The sun shone in through the floor to ceiling windows, blinding her eyes. She shot up, unaware of her surroundings, slowly blinking to adjust to the light. She let her eyes gaze around the room, gold upon gold, the walls a sparkling shade of champagne. The four-poster bed, with deep brown bed sheets, the soft pillows laid above her head.

She slowly lifted her hand to caress the sheets only to find herself restricted and shackled to the bed post above her head. Furrowing her brows in confusion she lifted her free hand and let herself feel the flow of purple energy slowly emitting from the tips of her fingertips. In seconds she was free to move herself where she please.

Pushing herself from the comfort of the bed, she landed silently onto the golden flooring. She searched with her eyes staying rooted in that spot. Three doors, all looming above her small height of 5'3 inches. Their intricate design showing wealth and some form of power.

Her eyes followed the walls until she landed on a grand mirror standing alone in the corner of the room. She followed her eye-line with her feet until she stood in front of herself. The reflection showing a petite woman, with jet black, thick, wavy hair flowing past her waist, those familiar eyes shining, rainbow colours back at her. The soft, radiant skin glowing into the mirror. The black corset top fitted to her upper body laid with her black, combat style trousers held up with a belt tight around her small waist. Her button nose scrunching up in confusion as to where her fighting knives have gone from her discrete pockets on her waist, underneath her corset and her thighs. Though her face lit up when she felt her butterfly knife still wedged into her boot. She parted her full lips taking a deep breath, coming to the realisation that wherever she was she was going to have to fight her way out. Which wasn't a surprise, however she just wasn't aware they were so close to catching her.

Feeling refreshed and ready to face anything she waltzed silently to the largest door, only to discover the handle would not budge. Frustrated and even more confused she once again let the purple energy flow from her fingertips towards the door, working on undoing whatever spell had been forged to keep her confined in such a small space. On hearing the click of the lock being undone she flicked her wrist to the right, forcing open the door with a gust of wind and now a mist of purple fog surrounding her.

The door opening to an empty corridor with three pathways made for a lot of fun for the woman. Already deciding that mind games are the best trick for the moment she formed two new copies of herself and dispersed them into the two other corridors. Letting them go off to have some fun. With a smirk on her face and one eyebrow raised, she set off down the middle path to cause some trouble.

Prancing down one foot in front of the other she went on her way to find an innocent to manipulate. Coming to another door she swung it open with her magic from 5 feet away, only to find two large men in what seemed to be metal plated armour to protect them from danger, unluckily for them that could protect them from a sword or a knife, not from her manipulation. On hearing the door opening and footsteps the men swung around with swords at the ready only to widen their eyes at the sight in front of them. The woman's eyes were glowing every colour possible, and her hands were emitting all colours into the air surrounding. Her sweet smile she wore suddenly turned evil as she smirked and laughed into the air. The men quivered in fear and dropped their weapons which only made her laugh even louder.

They had been warned her powers were endless and she was to be feared so to take extra precautions they were wearing earphones to prevent their minds from being warped. Only that never did stop her from using people. She knew the moment she saw them that she would just have to go deeper, that just meant more pain for them which made her giggle. The men exchanged glances of worry when they saw she stood still.

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