http://burnwithus.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] burnwithus.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] burnwithus 2011-01-06 09:21 pm (UTC)

"Forty," I wince automatically at the memory of the one lash I received, its white-hot pain cutting through every sense. Since then, I've been shot and stabbed, strangled and burned, though only the last came anywhere near pain beyond belief because it was mingled with grief. This is something I understand. "I can ask them for more drugs if you need them."

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