Rosalie coughed out blood as she tried to crawl out of Banshee Kali's abode but the witch dragged her back, sending a rope from where she was seated.
"Don't you dare try to run away, you idiot! You think you could outsmart me, didn't you? Wondering how I found out about your weakness?" Banshee Kali stood up, walking around Rosalie in circles.
"I went to the mountains, did the impossible. I gave out my soon to the god of mysteries and he helped me afterwards. It wasn't an easy task, no no." She shook her head, burning Rosalie with heat for the umpteenth time.
The smell of blood filled the whole room as Rosalie wallowed in pain, now a Shadow of her former self.
The once proud, charming and overambitious Rosalie was now lying on the floor like a rat trapped for stealing from a stranger's pot.