The Twisted Roads To My Madness
N-N-No, p-p-p-please s-s-s…”
“AIN’T NO TIME LEFT FOR PLEASES!” the man yells as he stomps a boot down onto one of Paul’s hands, causing him to scream out in pain. “You had plenty of time earlier to stop and come quietly. You had plenty of time to face the music!”
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