"W-who are you?" Michael uttered in a fearful voice, abruptly turning around. "How did you know my name?" He asked.
Dorian smirked, "Shut the fuck up, worm." He said in a condescending voice.
Michael's eyes slowly widened with shock. His gaze lost focus on Dorian, instead staring into nothing specific.
His jaw felt tight, and when he tried to speak, he could not move his mouth. He attempted to move his body, but he quickly found that he had already lost all control.
And then, it hit him. A wave of fear that felt like a tiger had clutched his jugular vein.
The word "defeat" summoned all around him in bloody text, causing his knees to buckle and fold. He fell onto his rear, continuing to imagine these words in the air when they never really existed in the first place.
Dorian walked over to the boy tied up on the wooden board.
