Spin the Wheel

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"May I spin the wheel this time, brother?" I clamped my hands together with enthusiasm.
He gave me a nod as he finished binding our victim to a chair.
Our victim sat, wrists clasped tightly to the arms of the chair. He looked bored, unenthusiastic. He had no idea what was coming. He thought this was going to be some lame magic trick.
The thought of the shock that would come to his face curled my glossed lips into a smirk.
This would teach him. He doubted our magic; he was spreading rumors about how fake we were. Well those rumors were about to stop. For good.
I reached with a manicured hand for the wheel and spun it sharply. As it spun, it began to glow. The sections on the wheel, which were currently simple, lame cover ups meant to throw him off like "card trick" and "rabbit out of a hat" peeled off and littered the floor, revealing the true options with things like "electric chair", "levitation" and, my personal favorite, "the pig."
Our victim sat, looking at the wheel. He looked curious. Then fearful. "Whoa, whoa, does that say electric chair!?" he looked at his clamped wrists.
"Oh, cease your worry," my brother reassured him. "It doesn't hurt. Much."
Our victim was so foolish. He obviously thought there was some truth to what we did. If he didn't, he wouldn't seem so afraid. He was jealous of us. Jealous of our power. Jealous of our fame.
"You two are insane!!" he yelled as if it would make a difference. He began to struggle.
"Oh please keep struggling! It makes everything more fun!" I giggled, darkly. I watched as the wheel eased to a halt on a section called "Silver Rain". I glanced at my brother and we shared a wicked grin. The fool at our mercy couldn't have possibly held his eyes open any wider.
"Wh-what are you gonna do? What's Silver Rain?" he stammered.
"You know, if you had just kept your fat mouth shut, you wouldn't be here right now!" I got up in his face, viciously, digging my finger in his chest, the nail sparkling turquoise. "You think we appreciate your rumor spreading? Do you think it does any good?"
"N-no, ma'am!" his face drained of color.
"Well guess what?" my voice dropped smoothly to almost a whisper. Low and threatening. "It's too late for you."
I got up from kneeling in the victim's face and gave a nod to my brother.
He snapped his fingers, a single blue flame appearing and flickering just above his index finger. "We'll be back later to... clean up the mess." he moved the flame to a rope hanging from the ceiling and it caught fire. The fire began to travel, taking its time, up the rope to the top, where it would let the silver rain fall.
"Enjoy." my brother laced the single word with sarcasm with a smile to match, and left. I had a few seconds, so I made my way to the victim and knelt by him again.
He looked at me, helplessly. "Please... Please get me out of here..."
I reached toward his wrists. I saw the hope rising in his eyes. I fingered the restraints delicately. Then I took hold of the bounds and pulled on them, making them tighter rather than loose. I watched the hope die. My favorite part. He was even more pathetic if he thought I would give him mercy now.
"We don't need anyone standing in the way of our reputation. Or fame," I gave a smirk. "You just made the worst mistake of your life messing with us. Oh, and it was also your last."
I stood up and walked away from him, my heels clicking, my wavy chocolate brown hair swaying. I turned one last time and blew him a kiss, right as the blue flame reached the top and unleashed the rain. I closed the door right as the silver knives fell, making sure to pause long enough to hear the scream before I left.