More than fifteen minutes later and his body couldn't withstand the dizziness, from straining his eyes to search for the ability caster, plus his looped movement. He began to slip into a frenzy, some sort of malady as he questioned himself continously, if this was a work of a wizard or a witch. Was it voodoo ? He had no idea as he feet touched the floor, his hands outstretched to grab an iron rod sticking out of the ground, a wide smile on his face as his hands held unto if firmly for a second, but it was in vain. He was back in the air with the rod he was holding unto, the ability he was trapped in, having affected the object he had held unto. Subconsciously he let go of the rod as his face squeezed with fear and desperation, he began to scream for help and mercy. "Sometimes they say I'm sadistic and other times that I'm a cruel evik genius and often times, I'm the butler for the devil who had worked with his master for so long and has now decided to try out some of the things he h
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