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Don't even know him
My body aches as I forced myself away from him. The room spins and my body collapses after crawling a few feet. Another round of bile retches from my throat. The bitter liquid burns against my dry esophagus, and I whimper from the combination of pain. My entire body feels as if I'd gotten the s**t beat out of me.... twice. “You were having a f****d up dream,” Slade mutters, scrunching his nose as my stomach continues to attempt to expel it’s contents. Of course, nothing comes up, and I’m left with bile coating my tongue. “I think you broke my f*****g hand.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see his hand raise, crooked fingers and all. I definitely broke them. Serves you right, asshole. Ignoring him, I reached up, my fingertips graze my neck, feeling a shotty, damp bandage over what
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