I grit my teeth in anger,the sound of the plate crashing onto ths kitchwn tiles replays in my head..Crash--Crash--Crash--!!..I get the right belt,its think,long and has spikes wich are very pointy,and the buckle is really hard too,this should hurt for you--...Alot..I start running down the stairs serching for you,but you're hiding You can hide..But I πΈπͺππ find you.I call out to you,my knuckles are clenched so hard on my belt that my knuckles are white--and in pain.
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