Spell Bound Week 10 (10 already?!)

“If you do pose a problem I will press this button. Now you won’t struggle anymore, will you?”
“I’ll fight you till my last breath. You can count on that Daddy.” Stacy whispered slowly.
“Morris, get in here to do the tests!” Morta shouted then a short man with greying hair and a long crooked nose stood beside Stacy.
“What have you done to my niece?” Morris shouted angrily.
“You forget your place Servant Morris.” Morta growled warningly. They shared a long darkening look before Morris gave in.
“Uncle?” Stacy whispered and Morris nodded to her then to Morta. Morris looked at his small niece with grief then. Her entire body was scorched; the hair on her arms and the slight on her legs were completely singed off. Her body shook and she couldn’t breathe, Morris knew this just by looking at her.
“Place this needle in her right arm and this needle in her left arm.” Morta commanded.
“Yes, Master Morta.” Morris took the needles and walked back to his little niece.
On Dad or Mom’s side? Stacy’s thoughts questioned Morris.
I married Sally’s sister. I’m sorry Ally. Morris thought as he tenderly picked up her arm. Stacy’s eyes grew wide and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Morris saw tears roll down her cheeks after just touching her arm. He looked at her arm, her burned raw flesh and bit his own lip from crying.
Sally? Is that my mom’s name? Stacy’s thoughts asked as she let her tears flow.
Yes. I’m so so sorry, Ally. This is going to hurt.
It’s okay Uncle Morris. I forgive you.
Morris pulled the needle up and jabbed it into her arm.
“No Morris! It’s in her upper arm you idiot! Pull it out and try again.” Morta shouted over Stacy’s screams. They placed the needles in her upper arms and Morris thought he never heard such painful noises before.
“The liquid in these needles will make their way to your brain and will remove the mental blocks that Danny, you called him Master D, put there to keep your dark powers and spells from being used. He also put them up so you couldn’t learn in more spells. That rat deserved what he got.”
Morta told his daughter. Stacy watched as Morta walked over to a panel and was about to press the button to start the test when Stacy’s weak, wobbly voice stopped him.
“I see you made your choice.” Stacy fought to keep her eyes open as she spoke. Her entire body was burned; her arms were bruising fast after being poked with needles. Stacy’s vision was starting to give out; she didn’t see people and shapes anymore. She saw blots and swirls of color like a painter’s pallet after a master piece had been made.
“What was that?” His voice was so cruel Stacy flinched.
“I can read minds. I heard what you said to Mom and what she said to you about making a choice.” Stacy stopped to catch her breath then continued.
“I see you made your choice, Dad.” Stacy’s voice was soft but rusty like she was going mute.