The knife slices Sam’s flesh and the scent of blood filling the air as the boiling anger in your chest turns to icy rage.
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The knife slices Sam’s flesh and the scent of blood filling the air as the boiling anger in your chest turns to icy rage. And Gordon Walker will suffer, oh, so terribly.
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The knife slices Gordon’s flesh, the scent of blood filling the air as the icy rage in your chest turns to a thrilling sort of tranquility. And little Sammy puts a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.
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