Eleanor's POV
A terrifying paralysis locked my limbs in place. I could barely twitch a finger. I was a prisoner inside my own body.
"It definitely did its magic," Priscilla whispered, her voice full of vile satisfaction. "And I can't be affected by it. Humans can't." She said it like it was a delightful bonus.
She stood up as a few women nearby asked, "What was that, dear?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Priscilla chirped, her voice shifting back to its frail, sweet tone. "Just a new skin powder my sister and I were trying out. A little sisterly bonding."
I felt Dickson's hands grab my arms, hauling me up from the chair. My body was a dead weight, my legs buckling. He had to half-carry, half-drag me. The women around us tutted and whispered.
"How is she so kind to such a wicked sister?" one murmured.
Priscilla sighed dramatically. "I just love her unconditionally. It's a burden, but she's my family."
