The Attack (Still 3)
He was a son-of-a-bitch. I couldn't fight him. I was done for. There was no way out; no defence; no hope. This was the end of me, and I knew it. I knew it so well it made my teeth hurt. The blood pumped through my veins, and I felt my eyes throb. Everything went hazy for a moment, and then...
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