Beggar
A sealed fate
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THE SLAP ACROSS MY face isn't a hard one, but with the bruises around my jaw from the beating I took last night after I killed another one of Lucca's men, it stings like a b***h.
“You should see how she screamed. Beggar, Beggar,” he laughs as he mimics Kylie's voice.
Everyday he shows me a small video, forcing me to watch what his men do to Kylie.
It is f*****g sick. I have experienced her t*****e for hours. For her, it has been weeks.
I lost the number of days that have gone by. My mind closes in, my body weakens from lack of food, water and the amount pain I am in. But I welcome it, knowing that hers is so much more severe. I should be there and she should be here.
For Lucca that is too easy for me.
“r**e,” he said last week, “is something that once
