𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖-𝕞𝕖-𝕟𝕠𝕥-✞☹༄

Its all numb-.

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They picked his right.

The men held him still, Jacobs held him by his wrist. While his former friend began to slice threw the back of his hand.
With a butcher knife.

The cut grew deeper.

Blood poured. He had lost so much blood at this point- he couldn't keep his eyes from becoming hazy.

He blacked out.

He wasn't aware of his hand being taken from him.

He didn't mind losing his right hand.

He was a dominant lefty.
. . .

When he awoke, he had his left arm chained to the wall.

His right was covered in fabric, his ripped up shirt,
tightly packed over his- his . . . *stump*.

To stop bleeding.

He groaned. Sage was terribly sick, feverishly warm.

The room was dark. He sobbed. So many emotions. He threw up what little he had left in his stomach.

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