The Hooded Person

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I wake up in the trunk of a car, wrist tied up and a gag in my mouth. I look down at my wrist, panicked, and focused on them coming off of me. Within a few seconds the rope unties, letting me move my arm to remove the gag. Who the fuck do they think they are, taking a witch like that? Right as I go to open the trunk with my magic, a young witch opened the trunk. "This is the witch that you brought me all the way from New Orleans to see?" "She's more powerful than any harvest girl, so I think that if you want to bring your boyfriend back, you give her a chance, Davina."

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