Mandy was positively shaking with terror, and she was confused when he loosened his hold on her, but it began to make sense when she felt the tip of his wand pressing just behind her ear. Her fears doubled then as all the things he could do to her flashed through her mind. The worst of it was that she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him.
She swallowed loudly at his question, knowing it must be a trick. His voice was almost worse than the wand pressing into her skin. He was charming, and that somehow made him more dangerous to her. His wandering hand made the taste of vomit rise up in her voice, and she longed to struggle, but was frozen in his arms. His threat was enough to garner her cooperation, but she couldn't find her voice to comply.
Tears were falling from her eyes when she finally nodded and murmured her compliance. She held her wand weakly, wincing when he finally told her what he wanted her to do. Her hand was shaking, and after a couple of failed tries, he finally put his hand over hers to guide it through the spells.
She was damn near sobbing when Terry was finally bound and stunned. She had little hope that he would actually let her go home, and again she found herself praying that he wouldn't just kill her.