Zatanna gritted her teeth and pulled at the golden collar. But it was no use. She couldn't get it open.

She opened her mouth to intone a spell: "Ralloc-ggghhhhhhh!"

The collar squeezed, choking off her words. She clawed desperately at it, spots dancing before her eyes as she ran out of air, until it finally loosened and the sorceress collapsed on her hands and desperateled gasped for breath.

She couldn't pull it free and she couldn't use magic. What could she do?

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