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of pure, primal rage tearing from my throat. It wasn'

t reach

d into a kaleidoscope of bright lights and black spots. My legs buckled,

ing over me, a heavy metal tire iron in his hand

e asked, nudging my l

est, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror a

with my already bruised ribs. "Stupid bitch," she spat, her voice trembli

ray. The last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me

the weather. "Yeah. Weak heart, I guess. It happe

followed me dow

my skin. I tried to move, but my wrists and ankles were bound by thick leather str

s, the leather cutting into my

was Janna. She held a scalpel in her gloved hand, the

oice a calm, clinical purr that made my bl

ered, my voice hoarse

d, my whole body trembling. "You know, it's funny. Graham once told me his type was older

tard is dead. Such a shame. But maybe it's for th

aid, the compliment sounding like a threat. "That's the problem. Too

of teeth. "After I'm done, do you think

n't process the new horror. All I could hear was

eet, funny

physical blow washed over me. I couldn't breathe. I co

e good anesthetic I stole for you." She picked up a roll of medical tape and a wad o

d, her smile widening as she pressed the gag firmly into my mouth and secured it with tape.

ain, her eyes glittering wit

's b