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... which was never pleasant.
The second was pain, not agonizing at first, but a kind of slow throbbing ache that got to you, slowly chipping away at your willpower, driving you mad.
When he opened his eyes, Hunter found himself propped upon a white hospital bed like some kind of mannequin on display.
His neck was stiff and sore from the whiplash, a cervical collar making any turn of his head a deliberate effort.
Around his chest was a tight bandage wrapped so tightl ...
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