Amy let out a gasp of surprise as she entered the room, there were none of the beautiful antiques that Elinor had mentioned. Instead she found herself in a large clean tiled room, there was an ornate cabinet against one wall flanked by marble topped work tables. Near the door were old sagging shelves holding an odd asortment of items including clay heads, what seemed to be hundreds of books and old bottles.

A bang made her cry out and turning she realised that Elinor had closed the door and was now locking it.

"Now we're alone Amy we can get down to the real reason I invited you this evening."

Tears filled Amy's eyes, "Please Elinor, you're scaring me. Please just let me out. I'll return to the party and not say anything or just go home if you want. Whatever I did to upset you I'm sorry."

"You haven't upset me. On the contrary you are my perfect guest tonight. So young and pretty, I checked up on you before you came here you're also untouched sexually. A rare thing in this day and age. Yes you're my perfect guest."

With that Elinor swung out a gloved fist and connected hard with the side of Amy's head knocking the poor young woman to the ground. Before Amy had come to her senses Elinor had dragged her to a chair and then bound her whilst she moved to a book nearby.

Elinor began to speak a strange incantation and Amy found herself unable to speak, her breath come short and ragged...