The Slaver Bind

Zemji, the beloved mistress of both magic and beauty made the evening headlines. Before her most memorable traits, she had been shamed by the burden of bad luck for 18 years! Zemji became sick with many ailments but the sustained anaemia, the blood disease, made her resent being born the most. She ended up being brought up in the shadows.

The magic she musters today is more then dark. By the Mantek Master of Manipulation, for 13 months, Zemji became renowned. Jemz The Beast was the moniker she established, having exceptional mind reading skills… it seemed most effective with men. The brother, Inzami was brought up right. He made extreme riches & had even tried to mend his broken relationship with Zemji. But the more she blamed her bad luck, the more remorse she felt for her brother. It was a breeze to manipulate most of her brothers moves. Blackmail was the new black, she thought. Zemji stole most of his money.

The evening of his 31st birthday, she talks to her brother about boys. Zemji sensed a repressive muddle, a strict bind in his mind. It was embeded so badly with fear, shame and self hatred it seemed. Inzami’s mind resisted the Mersi technique, the magic she was blasting him with. The Mersi is an effective mind-read that is similar to beating someone up until they blurt the truth…though most make up lies if the beater is about to end them. The sounds begin to emerge… Murders, Ssshint…The brother barges her for making strange expressions. Zemji believes she isn’t strong enough in Mersi & reiterates…Murder, shint. Might it be Shint-o’s, the brand he’d been employed at to mend their machines. They brush off the moment shyly.

The rest of the evening, Zemji manages to manipulate her brother to get a menial job at Shinto’s. By month 1, she still hasn’t bypassed the suspicious amount of security, so getting the right distance to the boss for the mind-read still hadn’t occurred. It probably wasn’t that big of a deal, she would mutter to herself: blaming her shabby Mersi skills for the bad reading. Then, upon returning from the job, Zemji sees the broken-down door at her brothers 3-bed. The stomach in knots, she scurries to find reason. ‘Nothing stolen… just my brother, Inzami!!!!’ Zemji screams.

The brothers boyfriend place is silent, the bell is rung & minutes race by. She soon discovers he’s gone, missing. This must be related. Murder… Ssshint. She vows to herself to get to the boss, to spill everything even if Zemji must destroy Mr.Boss man’s mind.

Zemji rages. The watchmen on the scene of the 3-bed make her feel stupid. She tries to explain her missing brother is to do with the biggest manufacturer of servant meals. She returns to Shent-o’s to exploit everyone and everything to get to the bottom of this. The mixer adds three minerals on Zemji’s request. These being iron, reishi extract, magnese diode. Just part of the magic recipe that might boost her mind powers. By the end, Zemji is exhausted from exploiting many workers. The Shint-o’s brand new breakfast cereal is set out to test. It looks strange but she eats & eats & eats. Repeatedly saying ‘I’m not sure, just I think I’ll just confirm that theory right with this bowl. Mmm’ Belly bloating, she brims so full of energy that by evening she masters even the more extrinsic spells. Her brother…the only motivation to set things right for him, she’d never felt so bad by making him suffer.

There is mad tension in Shint-o’s the following morning. Many employees reveal to Zemji their had been missing reports all over the town from the last month too. She stays behind, entering the basement. Men in black secretively manoeuvre three big, mysterious boxes. Zemji peers from behind the boiler. The men remove the misshaped red sheet from the boxes. Bloodied bodies. The sight was for the sorest eyes. They’re moved right into the belt of the manufacturing machines!

Jemz The Beast had stirred. The more the bodies were thrown in, ground into mush…the realisation that the small breakfast bites Zemji had eaten before… She is beyond shattered when her brothers brown moleskine jacket is thrown to the side. The machine gobbles the bodies up with a riotous belch. The men joke ‘now with added minerals!’.

She strikes the men but they shimmie, break the attack and Zemji is slammed onto the machine’s moving belt. There, in the stretch of horrors she meets the end. The bad times, 18 years of enduring severe bad fortune ran through her mind. But the sly & bitter truth was the bad streak had never really ended.

The end.

By The Myth Maker.