Damaged Man Part 8

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The hairs on my neck stood on end. I assumed the metal touching my back was a knife. It felt sharp.

The tip of the knife reached my back and was pushed in. As the blade went in I let out a yell. The pain was rough and could not be ignored. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he move to the knife along my back creating a thick deep cut along my lower back.

I screamed and tried to move as much as I could. He kept creating cuts along my back that were deep and bloody. Hector leaned in and whispered:

"tell me you've broken or I make it worse."
I said nothing.

Hector walked out of the room and came back with what sounded like a bucket. He came back up to me and patted the bucket with his hand.

"Salt water."

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