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If only there was soht If only he could tape this ain

The great Sa out in pain as Drake brought his whip hand down again and again

“Does it hurt, Saloated “It kind of hurt when you burned my arm off Do you think it hurts like that?”

Again Slash!

And the reward of a terrible groan

“They said I wetoff the stump,” Drake said “Have you done that, yet, Sam? Have you peed yourself, Sam?”

Sa hiht a scream Just a shudder Just a spasm

“Time to mess up that face of yours,” Drake snarled, and drew back to bring all his force to bear

Down came the whip hand

There was a blur Drake wasn’t even sure he had seen anything

And then it was his own voice crying out in shock and horror It didn’t even hurt at first, didn’t hurt, just…

Eighteen inches of his tentacle ar spas snake

Blood sprayed from the severed end He drew it back to stare at the stump

The wire had appeared from nowhere Wrapped around one of the catwalk ladders at one end And at the other end, Brianna, holding the wire tight

“Hey, Drake,” Brianna said “I heard about your idea for cutting me up ire Clever”