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... r the first few minutes of the beating, this bastard didn’t even take a breather to ask if his work had had any effect — if I was now ready to talk.
He simply continued to pummel my face without a hint of emotion in his eyes. If it wasn’t for the flat expression, I would’ve said he was enjoying it.
He beat the shit out of me with practiced brutality, the kind that showed he was very used to a life like this. Used to torturing people with his fists.
His white knuckles turn ...
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