"Oh wait, I know exactly what we'll do..."
Beth snapped her fingers and suddenly, she and Melanie were transported through space and time instantaneously to a dark, barely lit room stuffed with shelves, stacks of dusty books, and old rusted metal carts. The stale air was so dry and infused with mold that if Melanie hadn't held her nose tight, she would have vomited right on the green carpeted floor.
Which Beth noticed. She silently waved her hand, and Melanie felt her fingers loosening. The stench went right up her nostrils and straight to her brain. It was too much, and she fell to her knees violently puking out the entirety of both her lunch and breakfast. The whole mess collected into a stinking green-yellow pile, and Melanie found herself immobilized and helpless to move as Beth hovered over her. It was only then that Melanie noticed she was filming her with an old-time video camera.
"My, my, aren't you a dirty, disgusting girl? I wonder how else you can be humiliated..."
A cruel smile danced across her face, and she resumed her control of Melanie's limbs as her left hand reached down and began to scoop some of the still-damp puke into her palm.
Melanie looked up at her tormentor, tears streaking down her face. "Please, please don't make my eat my own vomit. I'll do anything you want, ANYTHING!!!"
Beth smiled again. "Very well. Let's clean this mess up. Open wide."
Melanie's eyebrow cocked in confusion as her body suddenly jerked back and rose up. Her jaw was forced open by an invisible force that also pinned down her tongue. Beth snapped her fingers again. Like a video tape being rewound on the highest speed setting, the whole slimy pool of regurgitated food flew into Melanie's mouth and forced its way back down to her stomach, the digestive acid severely irritating her throat and making her cough.
Melanie could do nothing about Beth's deceit - she was the witch's plaything and had no control over herself or her actions. Beth magically recharged the battery on her camera and pointed it once again at Melanie. "Now that you've been fed, my little piglet, we're going to put on a show. I'll record and you'll perform."
Melanie caught herself. "Where the hell are we? And just so you know, bitch, I might not be able to do anything, but someone else will!"
Beth chuckled. "Oh sweetie, my magic solves every problem. No one but you can see me, so as far as the public is concerned, you're just mentally deranged. Speaking of which, let's get to work!" She cackled with glee as Melanie's feet began to move in lockstep with her own. Her hand reached out to open a door marked on both sides: "Public Library Storage". Outside, Melanie saw that she was in a corridor with three signs, each pointing to different areas of the library.