Chapter 23 – His Touch 3
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A scarred body welcomed my eyes after Calvin removed his shirt.
I’ve seen him being used as an ashtray, but I never thought that it would escalate to this degree. What I am currently seeing is the product of those inhumane creatures.
Calvin is as white as snow and unusually paler than an average male. He is tall, yet almost skin and bones under that baggy sweatshirt.
However, what caught my attention the most is the condition of his skin.
His upper half was pestered by wounds – new and old. Cigarette burns, slashes, blunt force trauma, abrasions, lacerations – name it since Calvin has it all.
This is beyond bullying. They are determined to kill him in the most painful way. What they had done is akin to a crime.
“Don’t look at me like that, Ada. It hur
