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I grip the weight bar and push up, feeling the burn in the pit of my biceps I haven’t worked out in al with the separation, dealing with this situation Bennett’s manipulation was clever It showed hoell he knew me I wouldn’t let Star pay for my crimes I couldn’t value my family above hers, even if she insisted her life orth less than mine Who makes those kinds of decisions?

The question has only entered my mind when I realize I’m not alone I return the five hundred pound load to the rack, and my peripheral vision counts fivemy arms, I sit up, not quite ready to make contact

A deep inhale I allow the battle I fought all night to flood er I focus all my frustrations over Melissa, Sloan,need for expression I need an outlet Looks like I have five

“I got your e, boy” Chairman stands at the head of the bench “You’re a pussy You’ll do real good inside Lots of cocks to suck”

I don’t answer I only sit up slowly allowing the gates I’ve opened to flood e What’s about to happen will be sweet release I can feel the strength building in my fists in anticipation

“He’s a pretty boy” The voice came from behind me, but my eyes are locked on Chairman’s “Hold him I want him to be my pussy”

Try it, fucknut The thought tickles in my brain before it closes in like a steel trap A touch onthe wrist and flipping it around in a uy He’s on his knees with a broken wrist A scream starts, but I punch hio

Only, they’re ready now I otten lucky with the first one, but noo mountains of black flesh have me by each arm Chairman stands back and watches Rev is in front of me, and his black eyes narrow like a snake I don’t think, I only respond A swift kick to the face, and he flies back to the wall

“You’ve got to be faster than that, littlemy arms aren’t finished

“It’s about to get rough, pussy,” the one on my left snarls

My ar rabswhen I see hi I only have one chance A loud groan scrapes froht His knee flies pastcontact with the fucker behind rip loosens a fraction, and I spin around, out of his control

“Oh, I like this one,” Fucker to my left smiles

Chair his way around the peri involved The two are slowly approachingWhat happens next is so fast, the specifics are fuzzy

One guy lunges at my torso while the other takes a shot at my face His fist makes contact with my cheekbone, and a flash of white explodes behinda roundhouse kick to the right while driving a punch to the left The punch uy’s face I feel the crunch of his jaw in my bones, and I know he’s out of commission

He goes down, but so do I Puncher is overblows A fist like a concrete block slaony as pain blasts through ut, and my wind disappears