Chains locked on Bella's hands and feet as she tried to escape from Granny Sierra's clutches. Her breath was getting heavier with every passing moment, and she was getting desperate to let herself loose and feel free again.
But there was no possibility of that happening. The old woman in front of her was overpowering her consciousness with perhaps what many would call Black Magic.
She was the collectors or perhaps the looter of the stones. Bella knew that the last can be very real, but she didn't want to let her loose.
The old woman didn't have one single plan to let Bella go from the very first day she visited the booth. Getting thrown in the whirlwind of confusion where neither the past, present or future made any sense. Giving her an opportunity to live the same day alternately and yet snatching away that chance from her, she had never experienced this kind of torture before.
