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My Boy Part 3

“You’ll cause yourself more trouble if you don’t.” After he said that I did give in, thinking he was right, but in reality he isn’t. A small voice in the back of my head was screaming, “No! Don’t give up! Don’t you ever give up!” but I easily silenced it.

The men closed in around me, they were close enough for me to count five in total.
They surrounded me with vicious, sadistic, malicious smile. I covered my face with my hands as a reaction but that was a useless reaction. One of the men, the one who did the most talking, roughly grabbed my arms. He pulled me to himself and I went limp so he didn’t think I was fighting back, which I wasn’t.
I closed my eyes because I didn’t know what else to do. Also I didn’t want to know what the men were going to do to me. And then, sudently, my eye lids were flooded with a light of a pure white color. The man loosened his grip on me and I opened my eyes just a crack.

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