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“Then why did you do this to me?” the captive screamed. “Because I could. And it is good for one to practice. Otherwise one’s skills diminish. You said I could not break you. But I did.” hope’s voice lost its casual tone. “And if someone hits you, my friend, you have to hit them back or else they will think you are weak. And I am many things, but weak is not one of them.” “Then kill me,” roared the disfigured man. “Finish it.” hope took his time pulling off the cuff and pulse monitor and vise grips and packing them away in the box. “You are not important enough for me to waste any more of my time. Tell Allah I said hello. And that I wondered what kept him from coming to your aid. Perhaps, like me, he also had better things to do.” He raised the scalpel once more. “What I am about to do
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