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... t were a blur of white-hot agony. I was on the floor, my face pressed against the cold, expensive carpet that smelled of Marina’s cloying perfume.
I had lost count of the time. I had lost count of the strikes. The only thing that existed was the rhythmic whistle-crack of the wood and the explosion of fire across my skin.
I was wailing, the sound muffled by the floor, my eyes streaming until I couldn’t see anything but distorted shapes of white and gold.
Whack
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