"My my, but that would ruin the presentation, wouldn't it?" Beatrice asked,a smirk on her face. She held up her hand once more and snapped her fingers. The movement had been done so nonchalantly... so anticlimactically... and yet...

The First prisoner burst into a flurry of flames. Her bodyguard, whom had taken his chain and held it back so that he could not run to the vampires, kept one hand on the chain at all times. His face was impassive as he watched the screaming, writhing prisoner thrash and fall to the ground where his charred body turned to ash.

It had happened so quickly, lasting only perhaps 20 seconds, but those moments were the longest for the now deceased prisoner. Beatrice lowered her hand and chuckled, her eyes half closed. The remaining prisoner shuddered, tears welling in his eyes as he looked wildly about the room in need of escape. 

"Oh that was but a party trick at best, I apologize, I must be off today..." Beatrice sighed, displeased at what she apparently considered a less than flamboyant display of her craft. "I'm lucky to be so full of assets. I still have one thing remaining. You," She spoke firmly, her eyes looking dead at the last prisoner, who quaked in fear. "You've been thinking it for a while, haven't you?" 

The Prisoner audibly gulped... and nodded, starting to relax. 

"Go on then." Beatrice said, smirking. Her eyes filled with malice and a twisted desire. "Do it."

To everyone's surprised, the bodyguard went to the final prisoner and began to unshackle him.