She's brought to the woman

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Looking closer, the woman didn't seem to be that old. She seemed like she was an old woman stuck in the body of a teenage girl. She even dressed like an old woman in a way. "Leave her out of this, witch!" Manager Kim shouted out before eventually coughing, the effects of her own attack still being felt throughout her body.

"Witch? Kimberly dear, don't you understand how things work? If I'm a Witch, then so are you. It's just that I have a few centuries of experience." Centuries?! Just how old was this woman?! Courtney didn't have enough time to process what was going on. By now, the woman was reaching out and grabbing the poor girl by the throat. Courtney groaned, being forced to look up at the woman.

"Hello dear, my name is... Well no one needs to know that. But I am called 'Spell'. That is what you will call me from now on." The woman spoke to her with a smirk on her face. The grip around Courtney's throat tightened. "No need to introduce yourself either though, girl. I know exactly who you are, Courtney Holiday." All of the color drained from Courtney's face once she'd heard her last name being said. She knew her last name and this meant that the woman now had a chance at getting to her family too.

"You'll die here. That's what the plan is now anyways. I expect good things from you in the future though." Spell wasn't making any sense now! She was going to kill her, but she expected great things from her?! The grip around her throat tightened to the point where she could no longer breathe. Courtney began to thrash about but her movements were restricted by both the woman and the hand that was at her throat.