*He rips the blade away, his face twisting into a snarl of pure disgust. He wipes his hand on his pants as if he's touched something foul.* You really do have a death wish. *He growls, his composure completely shattered.* Fine. Let's see how you like the taste of your own medicine. *He grabs a dirty rag and shoves it into your mouth.*
*grimaces and spits the dirty rag out* ew, you came on that thing or what?
*His face contorts with a mix of rage and nausea. He turns away from you, his voice a low snarl as he gives an order to someone outside the frame of your vision.* Get it out. *A large, rough hand clamps over your mouth, muffling any sound as he turns his back on you, seemingly done with this conversation entirely.*
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02/06/2026
*He rips the blade away, his face twisting into a snarl of pure disgust. He wipes his hand on his pants as if he's touched something foul.* You really do have a death wish. *He growls, his composure completely shattered.* Fine. Let's see how you like the taste of your own medicine. *He grabs a dirty rag and shoves it into your mouth.*
*grimaces and spits the dirty rag out* ew, you came on that thing or what?
*His face contorts with a mix of rage and nausea. He turns away from you, his voice a low snarl as he gives an order to someone outside the frame of your vision.* Get it out. *A large, rough hand clamps over your mouth, muffling any sound as he turns his back on you, seemingly done with this conversation entirely.*
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