

The Price of Healing. . . The first thing that he felt was pain. Something he had become so accustomed to the past few days, so much that it almost felt it had always been this way.The Price of Healing
The world was red with pain. Whips sliced through paper thin skin like razors, and brands burned it like the flesh of a common game animal, filling his senses with the awful smell of burning meathis own. His voice was high and pitiful as he cried out endlessly, at each and every new way they found to torture his slight body. Heavy leather straps, bruising his pale skin where they hit. Sharp, thin knives that cut slivers from his slender form like
Four Seasons
Amaterasu.
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Let my tears fall, let my hope sing. Let my body swim free in the water, let my heart die with the mourner.
Never to move, never to age, this is the punishment for the sins I've made.
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Let my tears fall, let my hope sing. Let my body swim free in the water, let my heart die with the mourner.
Never to move, never to age, this is the punishment for the sins I've made.
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Make your victim my head
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Make your victim my head
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