Just off the edge of broken down beach lived a boy. A bully. He had whips for both arms and legs made of iron. A terrible back story that was (said to have come alive from a book). He would roam around the streets at night and do an unspeakable act to the unsettled ones; supposedly claiming he was helping them rest at ease. Torture. That was what people called him. Torture. Or so the legend says..........

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