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ghters. The
door fell in, and Stuyr collapsed onto the floor, four great arrows buried
into his manchest, more on the rest of him. He reached out for me,
gasping. "Help me," I heard him say.
Help him? I stood up, walked to him, pulled his short dagger from
it's sheath. "I'll help you, all right. Right into Hell." I held it up
and was about to plunge it into his heart when I stopped and reconsidered.
I remembered my pledge. I walked around to the back of his body.
"No," I remember hearing him say. "Don't."
I shoved the knife into his leg, slicing at the muscles that allowed
him to kick. He screamed, a painful thing that made me smile. My hatred
for him was absolute, complete. I cared not the slightest for him. The
leg, now useless, I kicked up and out of my way,exposing his privates. I
grabbed his penis and balls in my hands and pulled them away from his body,
wrenching them painfully. He screamed trying to get away from me as I cut
them loose from his body with the dagger.
Blood poured upon the ground and his body twitched and writhed. I
dropped the contents of both my hands on th
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