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"If I’m not allowed to discipline these two, then I guess I’ll just have to discipline you!" Mason Davis roared, his face contorted in a mask of manic desperation. Without a second’s hesitation, he hoisted a heavy wooden chair and swung it with all his might, crashing it directly into Jeffery Vance’s shoulder. CRACK! Jeff stood there, completely stunned, his brain struggling to process why the god he had been worshiping for the last hour had just turned into a vengeful demon. Before he could utter a single syllable of protest, the chair came down again. And again. Each blow felt like it was rattling his very skeleton. In his head, Jeff wanted to scream, but the air had been knocked out of him. He desperately wanted to slap himself for his own stupidity. His mouth had truly been his undo

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