"I'm a witch who specializes in potions and when I saw you at the airport I thought you were just the cutest boy I'd ever seen and I just had to have you." says Zoey.
You just stand in her palm with your mouth hanging open. You don't believe what you've just heard.
"You-you're a witch?" you ask, dumbfounded.
"Yes, they do exist" laughs Zoey. "We just don't go around showing it off."
"Unless you want to kidnap someone.." you say, begrudgingly.
"Well, you're a special case" smiles Zoey, wiggling her chubby finger at you. "You can't really go anywhere and tell anyone now can you? Plus the only people you'll meet from now on are witches too!"
"There are others?" you ask
"Of course, in fact that's why I'm in Paris. There's a secret annual get together for witches from all around the world here. I just happened to find you along the way. What a great coincidence huh? It'll be fun showing you off to everyone!" says Zoey.
The thought of a humiliating life as a pet for a 400lb witch fills you with anger.
"But I'm not your pet! I'm a human being!" you say, angrily.
Zoey put her finger against your mouth covering your entire head. You find it really hard to breathe.
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