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Jacobs rubbed his raw back. But sage hardly felt anything- the pain and drugs have made him weary.
His face was flushed.
" let's make it so this stupid-stupid boy can't ride a horse again." One of the men suggested.
Jacobs smiled.
" Kennedy, go ahead."
Kennedy stepped closer. Knife in hand still.
He dug his knife into his leg, deep.
Sage hardly recognized the burning pain. It just felt tingly.
He was frozen, limbs trembling. Goose bumps lined his arms.
Blood continued to drip down,
Soaking the welts that covered his back.
His leg was scratched up so bad you could see the bone.
He was tipsy, he felt horrible. Disgustingly exposed.
" what next~?" Kennedy whispered.
" maybe we could cut his hands off-?" Jacobs suggested.
His former friend chuckled, "one hand. "
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היסטורי בדיוניSage is captured, taken away from a place he called home. Now he's stuck facing the Consequences.
