DISCLAIMER

I grappled for balance after the blow knocked me to my stomach, face in the dirt. Beside me, I could make out the outline of a shoe through blurry vision. Footsteps coming toward me.

"This will hurt a lot less if you stop fighting. He isn't coming for you."

Leg swinging back, foot colliding with my face.
Silence.

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