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“Stop!” I yelled with everything that I had “Hit me instead just leave the poor boy alone” I said, a sob threatening to tear through my throat at the pain that Carrie had to be going through. He ignored me and was about to hit her again.

“I’ll kiss your feet! I’ll do anything you want, just let him be” I cried. His attention finally returned to me.

He walked slowly before standing in front of me and I sighed in relief that Carrie was no longer their target for the moment.

He glared at me for some time but said nothing, then he grabbed my hair “I really loved the kissing part but seeing you bleed and beg for mercy should make my day” he spat in my face and pushed my head back.

He motioned to his friend “Tie him up! He’s so bent on saving others, let’s see if he can save himself”.

There was hesitation “Boss said we shouldn’t kill him yet&rdqu