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... shredding skin from bone until the white fat and cartilage was dangling off of his form. His wails had turned into blubbering. "Will you shut up!" she screamed as she grabbed one of the knives and held it in front of his eyes. "Whimper more, and I'm cutting another finger off."
The man's mouth bit down harder on the bridle as she tossed the flaying whip aside, striding over to a table as she pulled off the blood-stained gloves, and took a sip of the blueberry wine. Brad had escaped. Voli ...
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