Chapter 9
by 
TheProletariat
...you begin to cry out...
in a vain struggle to survive.
Not wanting to give up so easily, you strike the brutes with your manacles. One reacts badly and picks you up only to pile drive you into his kneeguard.
In the field you look up at the sky, weak and broken, you smile for one last moment before the boot comes down.
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