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.
There was indeed a revision of t all the worst things that ever would happy.to her.
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.
The Hynosis Black magic would indeed the worst way to steal some thing from some one else. Thus was a complicated joke. Bella was aware of it.
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.
