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... my chest. I block, barely alive.
Pound!
“You bastard!” I shout, voice raw; tears do not come. The pain is less than I imagined, yet unbearable all the same. My words slip out in my mother’s tongue, torn from me by instinct. “Scheiß Bastard!”
“DO NOT SPEAK IN THE GOD’S TONGUE!”
The voice booms. The command is thunder, striking me harder than the knife itself. My body shakes, my bladder gives way; humiliation seeps down my legs. The curly-haired man trembles too, b ...
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