Bloodlust
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Last published Wed, May 22, 2019
Connell Ó Sirideáin had lived with his brother since he was thirteen, since he had dragged him along when he moved out. They had many great and joyful moments with each other, and each birthday was always fun filled and active. That is until on his brother's twenty-first birthday, he went out with some drinking buddies to celebrate. He was completely different. Violent, sluggish, lazy, didn't want to do anything anymore. Finally, after a year of the abuse, Connell took matters into his own hands.
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