Black magic woman

"Eh heh heh."

You hear Angel whisper under her breath. "No it can't be."

"Hello my pretties."

Angel speaks up. "You can't be real. You can't exist!"

"Eh heh heh! Oh, but I can. Do you think your little friend was the only one to visit that haunted house? Besides, once you meet my coven, I'm sure you'll change your tune."

You hear her ascend the stairs.

When she is out of earshot Angel nearly begs. "Bill...BJ, you have to get free. We are both in terrible, terrible danger."

You give another yank. It takes nearly fifty more pulls, but the binding on your right hand finally breaks free. You pull the sack off your head and look around.

You are actually in a basement. You look around for something to free the other hand.

"Did you get it, BJ? We need to hurry, please."

"My hand is free, but I still can't free my other one. Why are you so freaked."

"That was a black witch. They aren't supposed to exist."

"So?"

"If she isn't lying about having a full coven, they could turn me. They could **** me to use black magic. I'd become one of the devil's witches."

"Oh. That doesn't sound good."

You redouble your efforts to free yourself only to fail. Then you spot a nail on the floor. You stretch and manage to reach it. You begin trying to pick the lock.

In a pathetic frightened voice Angel cheers you on. "You can do it, BJ. Please hurry."