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Chapter 2: Not For Anyone
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... ed better than that. Screaming only makes them throw harder, aim truer. The crowd wanted a show—wanted to prove that they were that much stronger than me... they wanted me to break, to beg, to prove that I was as weak as they needed me to be.
But I wouldn’t give them that.
The second stone hit my shoulder. There was a sharp crack of bone that I feel more than I heard.
My knees buckle, but the ropes around me kept me upright, tied to the post in the center of the compound ...
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