There was no doubting it, she was wearing the collar of a convicted witch! The symbols explained that as a convicted witch she had been condemned to death. But it didn't make any sense.
The writing on the collar was a dialect that hadn't been current for over two hundred years, so where was she and did anyone know where she was. She realised that it was entirely possible that through her stupidity she had bought a collar and fallen into
an ancient trap. If it was an ancient trap then it was also conceivable that the owners of the trap were long dead. If that was true then she would be left here, chained to the wall in the slimy until she starved.
Well even without being able to use her magic she wasn't about to let that happen. She got back up to her feet and stepped off the straw and into the slime. The slime was deep and she sank up to the middle of her well formed carves.
"Uggghhh" she said.
"Welcome to your demise witch," came a deep booming voice.
"Hello, whose there?" she called out spinning around peering into the gloom.
"You have been found guilty by the Witch finder collar, you are sentenced to death,"
"Where are you? Who is there?"
"Make your peace with god now." The voice was coming from everywhere, had she triggered something, had stepping in to the slime set off an ancient recording.
No sooner had those thoughts crossed her mind than a giant energy wave seemed to pass through the slime. Like electricity the energy found her body and flamed into it.
Zatanna felt herself frozen to the spot, she could feel more energy being pulled out of the slime into her. It was a warm feeling, not too unpleasant to start with. Then she felt her body begining to tingle, and she the warm feeling started to become a
The room was lighting up and although she couldn't move she realised with a horror it was because she had started to glow.
The power was being absorbed into her faster now, burning, agonising, starting to exit her body from every orifice it could find. She could now only see the whiteness of the energy as it poured out through her eyes. She couldn't scream, she couldn't protect
herself all she could do was stand there as the energy surged through her.
The burning was getting worse, she could hear the energy crackling through her, she could smell burning, through her agony she realised the burning smell was her.
For some hellish reason Zatanna remained concious to the end. To the moment her body fell to the floor as slime. Matching the rest of the floor. |Of Zatanna there was nothing left.
Zatanna jerked upright in her bed. Her curvaceous body was covered in sweat.
"Oh thank fuck for that," she said and looked at her carriage clock. It was nine am in the morning, she'd been asleep for ten hours and yet she felt like she hadn't slept a moment.
"An early night for me tonight," she said to herself then smiled "teg desserd" she said.
Twelve hours later an exhausted Zatanna crawled into bed. Within moments she was asleep, the gold studded collar crossed the room and ckanped itself once more on her neck.
Zatanna opened her eyes, she was back in the dungeon.