one hundred and two

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"i didn't ask for a recount of stupid shit i already know, mikey.", i whimpered as he drew the blade lightly over my throat, leaving a bit of smudged blood and a sick smile conveying the pride in his work. finally removing his grasp on my lips, i turn to run but his strong grip on my wrist just pulls me back, "i said, do you wanna play?"

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