Incense smoke swirled heavy and fragrant through the small room which was lit by flickering candlelight. A beautiful woman knelt before a small altar.
The woman chanted and rocked faster and faster until the words of her chant seemed to blur into one continuous sound. “I bind thy hand, I bind thy mouth, I bind thy feet. I bind thy hand, I bind thy mouth, I bind thy feet.” The woman flung her arms up to the sky and shouted, “A thrall to me you shall ever be.”
Breathing heavily, the woman picked up a human-shaped cloth doll off of the altar. The doll’s arms and legs were bound together with a piece of rough twine and a piece of black tape was stretched across the doll’s face where its mouth would have been.
“For as I will, so mote it be! Now you may see evil, and you may hear evil, but you won’t be able to tell anyone about it.” An evil smile distorted the beautiful woman’s face as she placed the doll into a small wooden chest and locked it with a tiny brass lock. She took the key from the lock and slipped it onto a long chain hanging around her neck. It clicked against other small keys which were already on the chain. “Another addition to my menagerie,” the woman said as she blew out the candles, plunging the room into darkness.