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Gradually, I started to regain consciousness, the persistent throbbing at the back of my skull pulling me back to reality. My eyes flickered open, and I became aware of my arms pulled upward, secured by an unknown substance from above, leaving me suspended from the ceiling. My eyes regained focus on my surroundings, and I noticed that I was in some sort of basement.
My head felt heavy, and I attempted to tug at my restraints, hoping to free myself, but they held firm, proving difficult to break. Each yank seemed to tighten their hold on me. Suddenly, footsteps from behind alerted me to someone coming forward. Within seconds, I see Roy with a twisted smile on his face. His new complexion; was hideous.
"Roy, I presume," I taunted, a smug smirk playing at the corner of my lips. I wasn't the one truly in danger here. "I gotta say, you look nothing like your photos." I chuckled at my own words, but he lunged forward, his fingers tightening around my throat, cutting off my air supply.
"You know, you shouldn't mess with me," he growled darkly, but I managed to laugh, unafraid of his intimidation tactics. Roy's frustration showed as he released his grip on my throat, realizing that fear wouldn't work on me.
"I don't scare like most girls," I retorted, meeting his intense gaze with determination.
"But they all have one thing in common," he replied with a smirk. "Sam," he explained, insinuating that all his victims had some connection to Sam. "And soon you'll be just like me." Once again, I couldn't help but laugh, finding his misunderstanding both amusing and irritating.
"Yeah, I doubt that, sunshine," I scoffed. Roy had no idea who he was dealing with. He closed the distance between us and delivered a harsh backhand across my cheek, causing my head to snap to the side from the force of the blow. I let him savour the illusion of control for a moment. Then, in one swift motion, I whipped my head back around, my hair cascading along with it, and locked my eyes onto Roy's.
"You see, I'm not your average girl," I taunted with a smirk. With a single glance, he was hurled through the air, as if a mysterious force had propelled him away. He crashed into the far wall, then slid down and hit the ground with a heavy thud.
"Do you want to see what I can do?" I asked, a wicked smirk playing on my lips as he regained his footing. "Incendia," I chanted with unwavering confidence. As I uttered the last syllable of the incantation, Roy erupted into flames. The fire danced and writhed around Roy, casting eerie shadows on the walls of the room. He wailed in agony as the flames consumed him, and he couldn't escape the fire that held him captive. He fell forward and slammed his face into the ground. I watched the fire dance for a few moments longer before I extinguished it, leaving only a scorched body. With his demise confirmed, I focused on getting myself free. I tugged at the ropes binding me, and after several attempts, they finally gave way. My hands were free, and I quickly rubbed my sore wrists. However, when I turned my attention back to the spot where Roy's lifeless body should have been, it was gone.
