Branded for Mercy
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Last published Thu, Jun 4, 2020
He was intoxicated with emotion that he had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth with foul and vulgar words he would be stared at for saying. Except he wasn't going to say them, he was going to screech them with every ounce of breath that dwelled in his lungs.
Somebody had to hear his struggle. He wouldn't let these bastards try to kill him again.
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