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Dorian's pov

I wanted to shout but at the moment it was below my standard. Shouting before this lot would exist as a disgrace to me.

All I could do was poke my eyes at them as the witch came on further and further to me, pushing her hands towards my head and beginning to do some sort of wicked act on me.

My brain began to echo as it would burst out of my head leaving me with broken fragments.

"Ahh! Stop this please" I pleaded to deaf ears. The witch kept on doing what she was doing while my friends stood there and watched how I was...