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When Johnathan Stocklin, an NYPD special ops gets a call of a bank robbery, he's the first on the scene. When he arrives however, he finds that this robbery isn't what it seems. He ends up getting injured and spirals down all sorts of sadistic twists and turns.
Authors Note: This is my first story on here, I know its bad. Please don't judge too harshly! =D Also, I don't know if I need to put this in, but I might as well. If you have a history of suicidal thoughts or actions, please refrain from reading the end. Proceed with caution. =D
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