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too tempting to refuse.
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I feared the man meant to use me as I'd heard
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some men used small boys.
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But what he wanted was far worse.
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He gave me a potion
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that made me powerless to move or speak,
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yet did nothing to dull my senses.
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With a hooked blade he sliced me,
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root and stem, chanting all the while.
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He burned my parts in a brazier.
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The flames turned blue
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and I heard a voice answer his call.