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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 o
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