Chapter 0 - The Collector's Twisted Desires

The Collector let out a deep, menacing laugh, and the darkness that surrounded them seemed to deepen even more. Eda's body was now his to control, and his power over her was absolute.


"Look at yourself, Eda," he said, his eyes glinting with a cruel joy as he surveyed her broken, naked form. "You are nothing but a puppet in my hands, and you will do as I command."


Eda felt her body twist and contort under the Collector's will, and she knew that she had no control over it anymore. She was his property, his plaything, and he would do as he pleased with her.


"Now, get up and face your master," he commanded, a twisted smile on his face. Eda obeyed, rising to her feet and turning to face him.


He then raised his hand, and a strange glow enveloped Eda's body. She felt a twisting sensation in her chest, as if something was being ripped away from her. And then, suddenly, her body began to shrink, her muscles and skin regressing to a childlike form.


She was only a child now, with no power or sense of agency.His control over her was absolute, and she knew that she could never escape. She was trapped in a childish body, with no thoughts or feelings of her own. She was the Collector's plaything, forever and always.


"There," said the Collector, a twisted smile on his face. "You are mine now, and you will do as I say." He snapped his fingers, and Eda felt herself being lifted into the air, her body suspended by his will. He raised his hand, and she was whisked away to a new destination, far from the library and the mortal world.


"You are mine now, Eda," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And you will be my toy forever." And with that,he disappeared into the darkness, taking Eda with him to a fate that was far worse than death. She was his plaything now, bound to serve him and to do his bidding, for all eternity.

He let out another deep, menacing laugh, and Camila felt her heart sink. She knew that she was completely at his mercy, and there was nothing that she could do to stop him.


"Now, Camila," he said, his voice low and sinister. "It's time for a little fun."


He raised his hand and Camila felt her limbs become heavy, as if they were made of lead. She was completely paralyzed, unable to move or even speak. She was at the complete mercy of the Collector, and she had no idea what he was going to do to her.


"Lie down," he commanded, his voice still low and menacing. But Camila had no choice but to obey. She let herself be lowered onto the ground, a small and vulnerable child, completely at the mercy of the Collector.


And then, for the first time, she noticed that Edalyn was lying next to her. Her mentor and friend, the only person who she had ever truly trusted and known. And now, she was lying on top of her, utterly powerless and completely at the mercy of the Collector.


"Now, my little toys," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You are mine forever." And with that, he raised his hand again, and Camila felt her limbs become even heavier, as if they were made of stone. She knew that she was permanently bound to Edalyn, helpless and trapped in the Collector's twisted game. The Collector had won, and she was his property forever.


The Collector let out another deep, menacing laugh, and Camila knew that it was only a matter of time before he turned his attention to Luz and Amity. And sure enough, as soon as the Collector's eyes landed on Luz, he snapped his fingers, and Luz felt a strange sensation running through her body. Her limbs grew heavy, as if they were made of lead, and she knew that she was completely at the mercy of the Collector.


"Now, Luz," he said, his voice low and menacing. "It's time for a little fun."


She tried to resist, to struggle against his power, but it was futile. She was completely paralyzed, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to even cry out for help. She was just a small, vulnerable child, completely at the mercy of the Collector.


And then, for the first time, she noticed that Amity was lying next to her. Her girlfriend, the person she loved more than anyone else in the entire world. And now, they were both at the complete mercy of the Collector.


"Now, my little toys," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You are mine forever." And with that, he reached out and picked up Amity, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing at all. And then, he set her carefully down on top of Luz, her small form curled up against Luz's. And then, he turned to Luz one final time.


"There," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You are mine, forever and always. You belong to me, and you will never escape." And with that, he disappeared into the darkness, taking Luz and Amity with him. They were his property now, his playthings, his toys to do with as he pleased. And they would remain that way for the rest of eternity, trapped in the Collector's twisted game, unable to move, unable to resist, unable to even cry out for help. They were just small, helpless children, completely at the mercy of the Collector. But at least they had each other, to comfort and to provide a little bit of warmth in the darkness, just two children, lying on top of each other, crying and screaming in the darkness, but with no one to hear them, no one to help them, no one to rescue them from their fate.

The Collector let out another deep, menacing laugh, and as soon as he saw Willow and Lilith, he snapped his fingers once more.


Both witches felt a strange sensation running through their bodies, their limbs heavy, as if they were made of lead. They knew that they were at the mercy of the Collector, and they had no choice but to obey.


"Now, Willow," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And you, Lilith." He nodded at the older witch, his eyes filled with a strange, almost predatory delight. "It's time for a little fun."


He reached out, one hand grabbing Willow, the other holding Lilith's arm.

"Lie down," he said, his voice low and menacing. The witches had no choice, they lowered themselves to the ground, their bodies completely paralyzed. They had no idea what the Collector was planning to do to them, but they knew that whatever it was, it was going to be terrible.


And then it happened. Without warning or hesitation, the Collector reached out one hand, and they felt a strange sensation running through their bodies. Their flesh and bones felt as if they were being warped and reshaped, their bodies growing smaller and their limbs lighter. They realized in the span of one terrible moment that they were being transformed into children, and that they were going to be at the mercy of the Collector, the twisted and evil being that held them prisoner.


"Now, my little toys," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You belong to me now." And with that, he picked up both witches, holding them delicately in his hand as if they were fragile, precious things. "You are mine forever, and you will never escape."


And with a snap of his fingers, the Collector disappeared into the darkness, holding the witches in his hand. They were his toys now, and they would remain that way for the rest of eternity, trapped in the Collector's twisted game, unable to resist or to fight back, unable to even cry out for help. They were just children now, lying lifelessly in the Collector's hand, their fates sealed forevermore.

The Collector let out another deep, menacing laugh, and as soon as he noticed Gus and Vee, he reached out his hands towards them.


They felt a strange sensation running through their bodies, their limbs growing heavy as if they were made of lead. They were paralyzed, completely at the mercy of the Collector, with no way to resist or to fight back.


"Lie down," he commanded, his voice low and menacing. They obeyed, their bodies lowering themselves to the ground as if they had no other choice. "Now, my little toys," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You belong to me now."


He reached out one hand, and as soon as he touched Gus, the young boy felt his body being transformed into a child, growing smaller and lighter as if he had been turned into a plush toy. He looked down, stunned and horrified, at the tiny body he now inhabited. The Collector let out a deep, menacing laugh.


"And you too, Vee," he said, his voice low and menacing. And just like that, he reached down, and Vee felt her body being transformed as well, turned into a child, turned into a toy.


"You belong to me now," the Collector said, his voice low and menacing. And with that, he disappeared into the darkness, the children lying at his feet, their fates sealed forevermore.


The Collector had won, and the children were his toys now, his pets to do with as he pleased. They would never get away, they would never escape, they were his to keep forever, his to play with as he desired. And they only hope was to survive, to endure, and to hope that somehow, someway, they would be able to get the Collector to spare them.


But they knew that their chances of survival were slim, that the Collector's twisted game had just begun, and that they were about to experience horrors beyond their comprehension.
