All of the art is fake. Everyone is clueless. It doesn’t take much to realise, they are painted with barely any effort and don’t match the originals. The people of the museum all have empty stares. To anyone who isn’t brainwashed this is horrifying.

Only me and Raya are unaffected. This place is so big it’s overwhelming. My gown is stained a blood red as it shifts across the floor of the museum.

“What now?” My question is thick with boredom and uninterested. I am not one for dramatics, just success. “We leave.” No shit. I mean how are we going to deal with this mess.

I laugh maniacally. “I must say.. I’m actually pretty proud of myself. This entire place is in MY control, can you believe it?” She rolls her eyes at me. “Okay once we get to the bridge outside of town you can release them from this little… spell, of yours, okay?” Why does it have to wait so long? Oh who cares as long as we get our money everything will be fine.

She leads me out of the building, hand in hand. Once we arrive at the truck she loads the back. As soon as the back shuts I drive. She yells after my car but I don’t care.

All I care about is riches, she knew this when she married me. I will betray everyone for the life I deserve. The spell breaks and guards flood outside as I round the corner. She will be caught and I will get away… just like last time.