Summoning every ounce of courage, he took a deep breath and reached for the luminous thread coiled around Ciara's pinky finger. With trembling hands, he undid the binding that she said connected them together, hoping it would bring an end to the merciless torment she was inflicting.
As the thread came undone, a palpable shift filled the air, and Ciara's malevolent power receded. The only assailant alive, now free from her grasp, gasped for breath, his face contorted with pain and disbelief at the hellish ordeal he had just endured.
The alley fell into an eerie silence once he crawled his way out of there, leaving the young man he had just bullied standing frozen with heavy breaths and the weight of the unspeakable acts that had unfolded.
