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Chapter 8 by TheProletariat TheProletariat

Foreshadowing is for fourth graders.

Beg for mercy.

You scream and sob in between spouts of humiliating pleas for mercy. Your body shivers and shakes in convulsions as you work yourself up into a panic.

A crack of the whip, and intense pain surges through your body. You scream in a surprised agony. Your back is flayed of the skin till all that remains are shreds of bloody red flesh puddling at your feet. You faint many times, but are awoken every time through a vile poultice, which prevents you from dying quickly to shock as well.

Your life is pushed to its limits when the torturer smashes his boot into the raw and exposed flesh. He smashed into your body, then cracks your skeleton, ending the suffering.

That was a bit much, even for me, and I wrote the damn thing.

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