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oh, he dugβ
deeper and deeper with each moment thrashed against the ground. it took a minute, ( three, ) until heβd finally given up the attempts to fight back against the strength of the Praetorians atop him. an even greater surprise that Caesar hadnβt simplyβ
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Replying to @scramsvillebaby
three will be first to break the chain of tension wrapped around the tent.
"cool it, slick, and they'll let go, trust me. then we can really sink our teeth into this little reunion shindig, dig?"
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squint under the mounting pressures from behind his bullet wound. head throbbed, an irritating squeal of noise sounding within his ear that only exacerbated the situation. hadnβt even heard when Caesar gave him a command, one to blow up the bunker down below theβ
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as it caked itself into mange. all the while, his eyes had never left Benny. pinpointed pupils, nary an ounce of dilation spared; like a predator focused on his prey.
β . . . meβ I do. β and with such, heβd successfully been driven to speech beyond what heβ
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another lurch forwardβ
an attempt to scarper met by force. pain shot like an old friend through their figure, pulsations built from the point of impact where a boot struck his stomach.
shoulders drop, head falling downwards in an attempt to regain hisβ
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Replying to @scramsvillebaby
βthat a promise, babydoll? cause iβve been hearinβ itβs the end of the road for me for days now and iβd love to find the schmuck whoβs finally got the stones to do it.β
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one solid minute spent thrashing in the arms of the other men, eventually driven to the point where he himself was pushed to the ground. harshness felt to the back of knee, dropped by muscular instinct and held in place across from the other.
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sheβs expecting, but sheβd not spoken in days, had even given up trying to bother the guards about two days ago.
finally, a good audience.
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on even greater display than before, an entirely far cry from when theyβd previously encountered one another. ragged clothes, unwashed hair and an unkempt beard. widened eyes stared with fury towards the other, lips peeled back in a constant snarl.
β . . . you! β β
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as real as anythingβ
as real as he needs to be. acknowledgement clicked in his mind, muddled as it ever could be. welcomed back as a survivor, then chastised for the very same.
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Replying to @scramsvillebaby
that poor bastard courier she fucked over to drag her back to hell where she belongs.
dry eyes squint as he walks through the canvas flaps, confusion setting in when the others in the room acknowledge him.
heβs notβ¦ real, is he?
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arrived here in the first place.
β Destroy the bunker . . . ? β a repetition of words, rattling through his head with an underlying confusion. β Old friendβ? β
distracted eyes shift, following the actions of the Praetorian guard. gloved fingers pointedβ
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wet, drippyβ
the excess of moisture clung to scraggly hair, each follicle drenched in a viscous warmth. teeth gnashed against sinew, chewing and chewing until the matter was ground.
lucky he had a ( lead belly. )
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