Please note: this is 100% fiction!

There has been this massive hole in my memories ever since the day he performed some sort of voodoo spell on me. Exactly what he did, I may never find out as I had made the rash decision to kill him when I got the chance. Now, I’m paying for it for not getting my answers when I had the chance.

The only thing I can remember is that I was kidnapped by him and his so-called goons as I was dashing across the campus for my next class. The life of an overachieving college student, trying to cram 20 credits into my schedule.

Next thing I knew, I woke up on the cold concrete floor, surrounded by candles. Standing over me with a large leather-bound book in his arms, he walked the perimeter of the circle, running his bony fingers down the pages, muttering beneath his breath.

Giving me a subtle glance, he muttered in a strange tongue. Suddenly, I found my hands clasped on both side of my head as my head felt like it will split in two. I don’t remember what happened next other than finding myself waking up alone once again on the cold concrete with a splitting headache pounding in my ears. Surrounding me was the wispy smoke from the extinguished candles.

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