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Pandora's Box Mods (pandoramods) wrote in pandorarpg,

Frood, his face contorted in a mix of fear and remembrance, barreled past a few other people, seemingly away from a ginger-haired woman who seemed nothing but confused as she looked after him. He had no direction, simply away and he was holding his lower stomach as he went. He stopped short, leaning against a building that turned out to be a cauldron shop, panting slightly as memories of torture flooded his mind. He could almost feel it again, the horror, the vile, disgusting realisation of what was happening. It hadn't hurt physically, not one bit. The emotional trauma was the worst.

He started when he heard a voice and before he could see who spoke, screamed at the top of his lunge, "Keep back you vile witch!" Though his accent was so thick it make the words difficult, the tone was unmistakable. His next words were lost in a jumbled sound of gasping and near-retching as he fought to keep the meager contest of his stomach down.