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He knows he's screaming in pain.
IT BURNS
IT BURNS
IT BUrNS
ITBURNS!
He draws blood from something again, more red caked under his fingernails.
KILL THEM
KILL THEM NOW
He's screaming in pain.
The holy light from that blade used to never burn him
The muffled noises are too loud.
He scratched the pink one on the arm, causing the pink one to drop something, before the blue green one caught it, and handed it to the pink one.
The wolf one is holding him back as he tries to claw at them again, roaring in fury, as the bottle is shoved near his face.
“-rule, This will make you feel better, okay?”