I knew I hadn't done them. Markus had told me that there were others, here, that could work magic; but that they were few and far between. Apparently ...he people of this Mansion, were ones who worked magic.I had run across people who did sympathetic magic in the past, and one guy who was a pretty good magician, stage and real. I caught his act in the 50's. His was a combination of real magic, coupled with showmanship.I sifted through the spells I saw. Some were old protections, and were worn. ” I was falling through long dark tunnel with in the distance a light. As I drew closer the light became a figure…the figure of the woman in my room…the woman with whom I had become one. Her hand stretched out to me. “Welcome Kenton. I said I would see you soon. You know my name of course?” “Raven,” I replied, then wondered how I had come up with such a name. “You’re wondering how you knew my name? I’ll tell you Kenton. You have known it since your birth, because I have always been the one. " Talking with the gag in her mouth was impossible, the hard metal permanently holding her voice hostage. "Now, now remember big girls speak properly. I don’t want to hear any mumbling." The man reached out, his hands wrapping a bright red collar around her neck. With a snap its buckle was cinched tightly closed. "Arf, ar roff, Arf." A loud click sounded as the metal hook of her leash was snapped into its place."That’s a good girl, that’s a very good girl. You're such a smart little. All of them wore high-heeled shoes, but even without Gemma would have towered above her fellow Mancunian beauties Tina and Samia. They all knew each other at least to nod at through their soap ‘acting,’ and modeling work, and some of them were better acquainted. Though to describe any of the girls as a proper actress was a slur on the noble craft, they were there because the soaps’ directors and writers knew a section of the audience would tune in for shapely arses and pretty smiles.They.