'No. This can't be!'
I wasn't able to move, or speak. All I could do was lay there as the woman pulled out her scalpel and began to dissect me.
'Why is this happening?!'
A truck came pounding toward me.
'Make it stop!'
I was injected with drugs.
'Make it stop!!!'
Stabbed to death.
'How many?'
Over and over.
'How many times?'
Again and again.
"Will I have to die?!"
Until I was finally able to speak.
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He still dies in the end | | Diavolo X Reader
Short StoryThey/them pronouns ______________ To him it was all for nothing. To them it was all for fun. It was all just a game.
