"The next time this happens, you will be spending more than a month in the cells…" Claire spoke authoritatively, and I watched, arms crossed over my chest, as the man nodded like a lamb before giving a bow and walking out of the circle, his head still bowed in shame, shoulders drooping.

Surely, he wouldn't forget the grip of my magic around his balls, or the frightening knowledge that came with the almost disappearance of his shrunken useless penis.

Useless, because he wouldn't be productive in using that again; his scrotum was already cursed.

My lips twitched faintly. I wasn't as merciful as this Claire I was seeing, who was...