Page 200 of Born in Depravity
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Please.
Just fucking—
Make. It. Stop.
Nikolay held me close, keeping my arms firmly by sides, and stopped my thrashing. His chest vibrated as he said something else.
Fuck.
I wanted to beg and barter and kill just for the pain to stop. I would have done anything.
Black dots danced around my vision, and then the blackness closed in and took hold of me completely.
Then …
Nothing.
