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... s face was beyond recognition, even if his country did decide to send someone for him, he doubted that they would be able to get a positive ID out of him.
"Can you stop do-" he tried saying, but was met with a pistol whip to the mouth. Trails of blood stained the wall directly behind him, adding onto to the already dried blood from previous victims or as they called them -informant shits. 𝑓𝔯𝑒e𝘸e𝘣𝓷𝘰ѵe𝚕.c૦𝙢
The beatings felt like they went on for an eternity, and it wasn't ...
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