Hank looked down at her, a cool smile playing across his lips, as he turned the wand on. A hum issued from the wand as it gathered energy and began to glow, tiny arcs of violet energy starting to crackle over its surface. He held it over Sybil’s torso, just high enough for her to see it as it came to life. He could see her pupils dilate as she fought to control her instinct to pull away, and he smiled.

“Of course you are, slut,” he said, his voice even. “Did you really think otherwise?”