A Witch Is Prophecied.

Derek.

I took off my outer coat and gently hung on the wooden chair by my reading table.

Today has been one thing after another. I looked into the mirror and frowned. I looked skinny all thanks to my abductors who gave me food fit for only beggars.

I went to my table and grabbed an apple, biting into it. In a few minutes, only an apple core was left in my hand and I threw into the pile of just exposed apple cores.

"Uurgh," I groaned and arched my back. My body still ached from the struggle I put up at the hands of my...