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Dec 2012
Krash!
Shards of glass shower the squeaky clean tile floor
A well-muscled arm swing violently
Veins pulsing with raging blood

Ding!
A metal chair leg
Shaped like a U
Hangs limp from the seat of the chair

Thud!
The impeccably carved muscular mass
Hits the floor
Breathing in, out in short bursts like the crack-bang of multiple Magnums going off at once

"You'll never have me!"
The coppers chain the hands behind the back
Give the head a nice shove into the tiles
"You can't stop it! Not even I can stop it."
John
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John  28/M/New York
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