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"HMM? WHAT?" Circe carefully lifted her black cat's body close to her ear as she petted its soft fur and pretended to listen to it, letting out a chuckle.  "No, I know. She does look shocked to meet the real us, doesn't she?"

(Y/N) tilted her head to the side and her eyes began to glow in a hue of blue, and this only seemed to annoy Circe instead of making her back down.

"Oh. . .That's adorable," she laughed. "My thoughts are not available to you, darling. They never would be. So don't go givin' yourself a migraine."

(Y/N)'s eyes returned back to normal and she looked around the room to find a way to escape, and Circe had placed the black cat on a table and turned back to face her. "We've got work to do."

"Where am I?" (Y/N) hissed, anger laced in her tone.

"'Where am I?'" Circe mocked her words and let out a scoff, checking her nails while she did, not afraid of her. "You really want to act intimidating. It's so cute!"

"I'm not going to ask you again," (Y/N) ignored her taunts and took a step forward. "Where am I?"

(Y/N) tried to form an energy sphere in both of her hands and throw it at Circe, but no blue mist escaped from her palms. Her hands were shaking involuntarily and she turned back to stare at them with a confused look.

"Oh, your magic's no good here," Circe said with crossed arms and flicked both of her wrists.

(Y/N)'s wrists and ankles got tied together by a strong pull and lifted her in the air, causing her to let out a grunt of pain as she was roughly dragged in the air. Circe had purple mist in her hands, raising a hand to bring (Y/N) to the middle of the room, the young girl letting out a yell and gasp as this happened.

(Y/N)'s breath hitched in the back of her throat and Circe seemed to enjoy this and dropped her hands to the sides and took a step close to the restrained girl in the room.

"Didn't you notice?" she questioned. "Basic protection spell, one in each wall? No? Nothing?"

(Y/N) lifted her head to see the different symbols appearing on the upper half of the walls in the room, all glowing in a purple shade. Everything was too confusing to her in the moment, and nothing seemed to click inside her head.

"These are runes, (Y/N)," Circe explained. "In a given space, only the witch that cast the runes can use her magic. How do you not know the fundamentals?"

"Who are you?" (Y/N) asked.

"Who are you?" Circe bit back. "All those years stuck in that high school. I was so patient, waiting for you to reveal your true self. I got close with that Mysterio guy, if you will, but no dice."

"That was you?" (Y/N) followed Circe's movements around with her eyes, the ropes on her wrists and ankles growing tighter.

"No, I wasn't forcing him or anything. His own plans got in the way. So I had to let him go," Circe walked up behind her. "But you're so crippled and teared apart by your own fears, self-doubts and insecurities that you believed every word he said."

(Y/N) moved her head to the side as Circe attempted to make eye contact with her, her gaze fixed in one spot of the room.

"Oh, (Y/N). When I came into the place, the afterglow of so many power stored in only one body. . ." Circe raised her hands in the air to add dramatics to her words. "Oh, I couldn't make heads or tails for it."

A chittering from the corner of the room caught Circe's eyes and she flicked her gaze to the bug crawling on the pillars wrapped in roots, grabbing it without a word and taking a step to get into the light of the room. The bug tried to fight away from her grip but she had already lifted a hand and stopped it with purple mist, chanting a phrase in Latin.

"The quickest way I got Beck to do what I needed him to do," Circe told her as she managed to open the bug's wings without touching it. "Mind control. A classic. Quick incantation and a feeble psyche and you're good to go."

The bug flew away from Circe's palm and it landed right in (Y/N)'s cheek, which caused her to try to move her head to stop the bug from crawling its way on her face. A groan of disgust died in her throat as the bug walked over her lips and she closed her eyes to stop the panic.

Circe grabbed the bug from her face and held it in a tight grip. "Of course, I tried to use it on more people in your life, but there was something that wouldn't allow me to do it. I never really figured it out." Circe chanted in Latin once again and the bug that once stood in her palm was now replaced with a small bird, flying away freely around the room.

"Years of study to achieve the smallest amount of power. . ." Circe trailed off and grabbed the bird from the air with a harsh pull. "And here you are. The power living inside of you is astonishing and you didn't even knew of its existence!"

The bird inside her fist squeaked and Circe inhaled a sharp breath. "How did you do it, sister?"

(Y/N) didn't offer a response and Circe threw the bird to the side and transformed it back to its original shape, which was the bug. The black cat sat on the table caught it in its paws and ate it without any remorse.

"Listen, I need you. . ." Circe said and tried to catch her attention. "Hey, (Y/N). I need you to tell me how you got it."

"I didn't get anything. I'm not — "

Circe clapped her hands together and (Y/N) was thrown to the right and left sides of the room without a warning, and she let out a yelp and cry of pain as she was pulled back into the middle of the room, the restrains still holding her in midair. Her hair was blown in her face and she panted to catch her breath from the action.

"I tried to be gentle, to nudge you awake from your ridiculous 'hero complex'," Circe crossed her arms. "But you would rather fall apart than face your truth. You left me no choice."

Circe took a step close to her and slowly lifted (Y/N)'s chin with her finger to lock eyes with her. "What was it you said to Beck? Hmm? 'You were tired. All you wanted to do was to learn more about yourself.' Let's start there."

A small smirk formed on Circe's features as she looked to the side and a faint, purple glow coming from a door on the room caught her attention. (Y/N) followed her eyes and saw the door by herself, a scared look coming to her face.

"It's been fun playing friends for a while, hasn't it, (Y/N)?" Circe questioned as she ripped a strand out of (Y/N)'s hair and held it in between her fingers.

She chanted a word in Latin with her eyes still fixed on (Y/N), the strand of hair glowing purple too before it hovered in the air by its own and flew in the direction of the door, details in the same shade of color shining through it before it transformed into a regular white door.

"But it's time to look at some real reruns," she whispered.

(Y/N) was dropped to the ground with a grunt and Circe didn't pay her any attention as she walked past her and headed towards the door. "All right, let's go."

(Y/N) glared at her from her spot on the floor. "No."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you forget who's got you locked up in her bewitched basement with no clue of where she is?"

(Y/N) realized she had no other choice than to follow her orders since she didn't have a clue of where she was and how to get out of here, and decided to slowly stand up from the floor and brush the dust out of the clothes she was wearing.

"That's right," Circe flicked her wrist and the door opened.

(Y/N) took hesitant steps towards the room behind the mysterious door when she got the sudden feeling of nostalgia running through her when she saw the design of the interior.

"After you, superstar," Circe taunted in a whisper.