Olivia Sparks

"Sorry about the disturbance," Ava apologized after ending the call with Ollie. Tucking her phone in her pockets, she regarded herself in the mirror and adjusted her wavy locks and pushed it up to add more volume. Looking over her shoulders, she locked gazes with Olivia and asked, "What time is the party starting? It's late."

Laying on the bed with her hands resting on her stomach, Olivia glanced at the wall clock. The time read ten in the evening. Pursing her lips to hide her discontent, she uttered, "They'll be here anytime now. You look nervous, Sister. Can you, please, stay in one place. I feel like I'm watching Finn prance around the room."

"I don't think she's nervous," Emily disagreed, bumping Ava on the hip. She added more gloss on her lips and puckered it up. Playing with Ava's hair, she mused, "I think Mother Superior Ava is excited. Is this your first time playing dress-up?"

"Uh. Well…" Ava trained her sight on the ceiling as if counting. "If we include trick-or-treating in the list, then this is not my first time."

"Pffft! I knew it! What have you been doing all these years, Ava? No wonder I never saw you in any parties except those galas and balls."

"Emily…" Ava trailed off. Her shoulders dropped upon remembering her teens spent holed up in the house reading a book or keeping herself busy with arts and crafts. "I can't easily go out and attend parties. If my dad tells me, I can't attend a certain party, then it's fine," Ava explained, although the way her gal pals were smiling at her told her she didn't need to.

"Oh good Lord." Emily brushed the back of her finger on Ava's cheeks as if consoling the latter. "You know what? Do Ollie a favor later, and keep this costume on for him. Let him peel it off one by one. I bet we will be hearing baby news soon," Emily advised and winked at Ava who was pursing her lips at the idea.

"But this costume is hard to take off," Ava said. She was about to say more, but an idea struck her like a lightning bolt. She then swallowed air in her suddenly parched throat when the image flashed before her eyes.

"Ava? Ava? Earth calling Ava~" Emily called Ava's name, snapping her fingers in front of the latter's face. It was enough to snap their friend out from her reverie. "Gosh, Ava. You're a mess. Here, have some drink to tickle your nerves a bit." Emily then passed a flute of champagne to her friend. 

Chugging it all down, Ava beamed at Olivia and Emily. "Why don't we take a photo first?"

"Good."

"I second that."

Emily and Olivia were quick on their feet. They faced the wide mirror inside the hotel suite, laughing at their reflection as they channel their villain version. 

A second later, the knock on the door told them shit was about to hit the fan and their erratic heartbeat made them feel more alive than ever.

Slithering her way to the door, Ava opened the door and watched as Konstantin shoved Natalia Vasiliev inside, sending the girl tripping on the floor.

"Kostya!" Natalia screamed. She glanced up, but her brother didn't give her an explanation—not even a word. She watched as Kostya snorted and traced his line of sight. Across the room was Olivia. "Maleficent," she mouthed, her jaws dropped open when Olivia bared her teeth in a sinister smile.

"I kept my word," Kostya said, dipping a hand in his pocket while the other held the doorknob.

"Before you leave, cuff your sister to the chair. I don't like her scratching any one of us," Olivia ordered. She bit her lips to keep herself from smiling when panic pooled in Natalia's eyes. 

Scooping his sister off the floor, Konstantin plopped Natalia on the chair and cuffed each of her wrists with a fluffy handcuff with a chain attached to it, tethered to the chair's leg. He was thankful that Natalia didn't put up a fight.

"Her ankles too, please," Olivia added, jutting her chin on another pair of fluffy handcuffs.

Picking up the ball gag on the floor, Konstantin didn't wait for Olivia's instructions and gagged Natalia. Kneeling before his sister, Konstantin met Natalia's stare and pursed his lips at how her eyes screamed with accusations. "If you behave, this will be the last time you'll receive your punishment," he then told Natalia as he stood to his full height. 

Natalia's eyes darted from one person after another, and her ears rang with the loud drumming of her heart.

"Take it easy on her," Konstantin said. He never spared Natalia another glance and made his way out of the hotel suite. 

Tears pooled Natalia's eyes, clouding her vision, but the images of three ladies swirled in her head in a kaleidoscope form.

Maleficent. Cruella De Ville. Harley Quinn.

Her head spun as she tried to get a grip onto what she could call as a nightmare. Did her brother betray her? Confusion crippled Natalia, sapping the energy from her.

Her eyes widened, and she screamed with all her might, but all she heard and felt were her muffled cries and tears spilling from her eyes.

"You burned something that doesn't belong to you," Olivia said, playing with the torch in her hand, making circles that hypnotized Natalia who was shaking her head in a no as if pleading her to take the fire away from her face.

"Oh… look at her, she's scared. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will just burn something that belonged to you too," Olivia reassured her. She picked up a lock of Natalia's blonde hair and sniffed it. "I wonder how it smells when this is burning."

Fighting against all the restraints that held her in place, Natalia screamed and screamed. Her eyes bulged out of its sockets when the torch kissed the tip of her hair, filling the room with a putrid smell.