(**Trigger warning - abuse**)
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The little boy cringed when the man pulled him up by the collar of his dirty shirt.
He shook the boy like a ragdoll until the boy felt his bones rattle inside him. He could barely breathe. The man's hold was suffocating him.
He slapped him hard across his face.
"You dare use your witchery against me?" The man yelled closer to the boy's face. His breath reeked.
His eyes were bloodshot.
One side of his shirt was completely burnt, showing his red, burnt flesh. It was ugly. The boy whimpered. "You abomination!" He threw the boy down, and pulled out his leather belt with a dark growl. "You wretched, wretched bastard. You useless piece of atrocity."
The boy could never understand why this man wanted his mother! She was a witch, and he knew it.
"No.
