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I wobbled slightly as the pain in my head slowly sank in. The second man grabbed me from behind as he forced me down onto the ground. He locked something cold, and metallic around my wrists. The cold stone dug into me with him on me it was hard to breath. I was yanked up.

My arms felt like they were being pulled apart. It eased once I was standing. The first man cut off my backpack the rest of the way, and started checking my pockets. He yanked out my phone, and looked at it quickly before tossing it on the ground. Well I guess he wasn't interested in robbing me.

Chains were locked onto my ankles as my head slowly cleared.

"No stop," I started to fight back, "You can't do this. You're going to get arrested you big jerks."

They one in front of me snapped in angry gibberish.

"Let me go," I started trying to kick at them, "I want to go home. You jerks had better let go or the cops are going to come, and shoot you right in the face."

The one in front of me grew angry, and a fireball appeared in his hand. My eyes were drawn to the flame as it got closer, and closer to my face. Panic made it feel like my chest shrunk a little. I could feel the heat of the flame as it got far too close for comfort. I could feel my skin burn a little, and the searing pain that shot through me was unbearable.

I could feel the tears welling up on my face once again. I stopped doing anything but trying to get away from the fire. He moved the flame away from me, and I just stood leaned up against the man behind me. Breathing hard. They started dragging me outside.

Every time I tried to fight back he would pull up that flame trick again. I was drug into a horse drawn cart, and stuffed into a little cage. It was so small I couldn't even sit up straight. I was struck in a bent over position my back jammed into the bars, my head almost on my knees. The roof of the cage on the back of my head.