**Chapter 2: Descent into Darkness**

Magik's hand lingered on Betsy's cheek, her touch sending shivers down her spine. Betsy tried to push her sister's hand away, but Magik's grip only tightened. The air in the room seemed to thicken, the scent of incense growing heavier, as if it was suffocating Betsy. "Betsy, you need to understand that you're mine now," Magik repeated, her voice dripping with an unsettling intensity. Her eyes seemed to bore into Betsy's soul, as if searching for something. Betsy felt a surge of fear as she realized she was trapped. She tried to take a step back, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. Magik's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement, and Betsy knew she was in grave danger. Without warning, Magik's hands grasped Betsy's shoulders, pulling her close. Betsy tried to push her away, but Magik's grip was like a vice. Magik's face pressed against Betsy's, and Betsy could feel her sister's hot breath on her skin. Magik's hands began to move, her fingers tracing the contours of Betsy's body. Betsy felt a wave of revulsion wash over her as she realized what her sister was doing. Magik's hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against Betsy's crotch. Betsy tried to push Magik away, but her sister's grip only tightened. Magik's fingers began to rub against Betsy's vagina, the touch rough and ungentle. Betsy felt a surge of pain as Magik's fingers pressed harder, rubbing against her sensitive flesh. Betsy tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by Magik's pressing body. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her as Magik's fingers continued to rub against her, the touch growing more intense, more brutal. She felt herself becoming slick with moisture, but it wasn't desire that drove her body's response. It was fear, and the knowledge that she was trapped. Magik's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as she continued to rub against Betsy, her touch growing rougher, more intense. Betsy felt a sharp pain as Magik's fingers pressed against her sensitive flesh. She tried to push her sister away, but Magik's grip only tightened. She felt herself beginning to bleed, a warm trickle of blood running down her thighs. Magik's eyes seemed to flash with excitement as she continued to rub against Betsy, her touch growing more frenzied. Betsy felt herself being pulled into a nightmare from which she might not awaken. She was trapped in the Red Room, at the mercy of her sadistic sister. As the pain and fear overwhelmed her, Betsy's mind went numb. She was aware of Magik's continued touch, but it was as if she was observing it from outside her body. She knew she had to find a way to escape, but for now, she was trapped in this living hell.