Bewitched

Rain's cynical attention shifted to the bowl on his right hand and back to his face consecutively. She tried to read an expression off his attitude and was immediately met with his menacing visage.

Outrightly, she could tell that no good motives lay in those devious gaze of his_ his mind must be weaving some kind of cruel goals.

As she was apprehensive he might do something omnious to her, she made to back away to safety, but as soon as she made to move again, she found that her legs wouldn't lift from the floor. Not only had her legs suddenly become static, her arms also had stiffened, her mouth clenched shut to the jaw as though her teeth had been stitched together and neither could her eyelids blink nor her lips twitch. 

It felt as though she had been wholly transformed into a stone sculpture, and from the realization of it all, she couldn't help the nature that it surrendered her senses to a terrible intuition of fear.