He laid there. His back aching from the whip marks, his hands red and blistering from the boiling oil. His legs, completely ripped off, the blood gushing from his waist and the pain numbing.
Perhaps if he had just stayed away.
Perhaps if he just listened to them.
Perhaps is he had just never looked at him.
Perhaps if...
What if....
He should have just listened to his gut. Now, he was here. Laying in a cold cement floor, bleeding out and numb. They said it always ended happily.
They lied.
They lied, just like he did.
Why didn't he just listen?
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