With a little effort, Sabrina unlocked her window, pushing it all the way open. The cold mountain air gave her goosebumps but the bite felt like freedom. Soon she'd be gone, away from the castle, away from her and back in Greendale.

She leaned out the window. Her room was dizzyingly high, overlooking the cliff, and the exterior castle wall was flat stone work with barely any handholds. Reaching up, Sabrina touched the collar around her throat. It kept her from her magic and left her feeling empty and naked. But even without her magic she had to try.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Just that morning she'd woken up in her own bed in her home in Greendale. For a blissful few minutes, everything was right in the world. That was until she'd gone down stairs to find Father Blackwood in her kitchen talking to her aunts.

"Ah there she is," Zelda said sternly, "Father Blackwood was just telling us about the night you had."

"What are you talking about? I was here all night," said Sabrina.

Hilda tutted nervously, "You can tell us the truth dear."

"What truth? What are you talking about?"

"You brined the Church Of Night to the ground!" Father Blackwood shouted, pointing at her.

"What?" Sabrina looked from him to her aunts, "I didn't, I swear! I wouldn't burn down the Church of Night or any building! I was here all night!"

"A likely story," Father Blackwood rolled his eyes.

"Sabrina, dear," Hilda touched her arm, "All magic has a sort of signature to it, like a fingerprint, and the magic that destroyed the Church of Night was yours."

"Really Sabrina I thought you were done acting out," Zelda snapped, "Well you can forget about your plans for next year."

"What? But I didn't do this!"

"Just like you didn't release the rabbits we had been keeping for our annual sacrifice to Baal? And you didn't burn a thousand year old text about blood magic? And you are sure you'd like to continue to claim that you didn't enchant all the instructors to be unable to speak for twenty four hours only last month?" Father Blackwood bellowed, his face red with anger. He shook and Zelda even took a step between him and Sabrina.

"I had perfectly good reasons for doing all that but I didn't burn the church down!" Sabrina yelled right back.

"Now, now, shouting won't get in anywhere," Hilda said.

"Quite right sister," agreed Zelda, "It's clear our efforts to transform Sabrina into a proper young witch have gone in vain. Thankfully, Father Blackwood has come up with a solution."

"A solution? But he's the one accusing me of something I didn't do!"

But all the adults had ignored her as Father Blackwood continued. "There is a woman who lives in a remote location who specializes in taking unruly young witches and warlocks like Sabrina. She's offered to let Sabrina come stay with her so she can teach her the meaning of obedience and submission and since Sabrina is obviously a menace to the witch community, I suggest you take her up on her offer."

And despite Sabrina's protests, the aunts had agreed forcing her to pack a suitcase before Sabrina, Zelda, and Blackwood apperated to the entrance of a castle who knows where.

Sabrina shook her head. She had to figure out where she was, figure out how to get back to Greendale and how to convince her aunts that it wasn't her.

Climbing up on the edge she gathered her courage then reached out and-

Her hand struck something. It was an invisible glass covered the outside of the window, but it was open, she could feel the cold, and she'd suck her head out before. Tentatively she extended a foot and it too wouldn't go father then the window ledge. She slammed on the invisible barrier with both hands, but no matter what she did, she couldn't move past the windows ledge.

"Do you really think I'd let you escape so easily?" A voice said behind her. Sabrina wobbled of the edge but a firm hand wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her back inside. But she stumbled, falling onto her backside Sabrina looked up at her captor.

Madam Satan, the Mother Of Demons and First Woman, stared down at her.

"And here I thought I was being kind, giving you a nice room and letting you settle in," Madam Satan said. With a snap of her fingers the windows slammed shut. Sabrina scrambled to her feet, brushing off her skirt.

"Yet here you are, trying to escape," Madam Satan continued, her eyes very slowly looking Sabrina up and down, "You truly are as unruly as Zelda and Faustus say."

"I'm a legal adult," said Sabrina, crossing her arms, "And you can't keep me here against my will."

"Maybe in human years you'd be considered an adult, but by witch laws eighteen is far too young for anything. You're still under the protection and care of your aunts until you're twenty five so until then you belong to me."

Sabrina's heart pounded in her chest. Madam Satan was right, twenty five was the coming of age for witches and warlocks who often lived for centuries past that, but her aunts couldn't have agreed to leave her there for so long? Seven years trapped in the castle?

"No," she whispered, "They didn't- they wouldn't abandon me here for so long!"

"You're here until you learn to behave," Madam Satan tilted her head, "How ever long that takes, and yes, once you turn twenty five and I can't legally keep you here but no one knows where you are but Faustus, who's really going to come and save you?"

Stumbling back, Sabrina leaned against the cold stone wall for support. She was trapped.