Don’t Worry, Dear, You’ll Have Your Turn

Three days had passed since Samantha had gone missing.

Professor Barret had escorted all the Witches guarding the Merchant Caravan back to the academy, ensuring that they'd be safe and sound. Fortunately, they didn’t encounter anything along the way, and no news of other Witches going missing had reached the academy.

The Headmaster had deployed the Peace Keepers closer to the border of Eastshire, and he made sure that the teams were purely composed of Wizards.

While all this was happening, Samantha slowly opened her eyes.

She found herself chained on the wall, completely naked from head to toe. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, she found other young ladies who were in a similar situation.

From what she could tell, they were in some kind of circular tower, given that there were dozens of witches chained all around her.

At the center of their circular restriction was a black cauldron the size of a wheel of a car.