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... time he swung, she countered with brutal precision—a punch to the gut, a kick to the knees, a backhand that sent him sprawling. Yet every time, Junior rose, his body a canvas of cuts and bruises. His clothes hung in tatters, barely clinging to his battered frame.
"Why don’t you give up and become my slave? You know you can’t hit me," Serah sneered, her voice tinged with impatience now. She delivered another kick, sending him skidding across the floor. Broken glass dug into his palms as h ...
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