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Heavyweight friendly nodded tense athlete.
- Comfortably settled, white boy? Are you clearly visible from there?
Sweat chains acted on Henson's forehead. The frenzy of his muscular six-foot figure threatened to break the reed chair, to which he was tied with stripes of a torn Charlotte sarong.
- Calm down, white boy. It will happen. It makes no sense to fight. Just relax and enjoy the spectacle.
Henson groaned when Car was pricking his throat with a knife edge.
- Look, white boy. Look what my friend Heavyweight will do with your sweet girlfriend.
Henson’s vision was blurred with tears of shame — shame he couldn’t overcome, shame that he was powerless to stop what was going to happen. The pain of a glaring telephone cable that had been torn out and tied around his wrists, holding them back was nothing compared to the agony of impotence. He knew that he could not save her from this horror. A tear stopped on his cheek.
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- Comfortably settled, white boy? Are you clearly visible from there?
Sweat chains acted on Henson's forehead. The frenzy of his muscular six-foot figure threatened to break the reed chair, to which he was tied with stripes of a torn Charlotte sarong.
- Calm down, white boy. It will happen. It makes no sense to fight. Just relax and enjoy the spectacle.
Henson groaned when Car was pricking his throat with a knife edge.
- Look, white boy. Look what my friend Heavyweight will do with your sweet girlfriend.
Henson’s vision was blurred with tears of shame — shame he couldn’t overcome, shame that he was powerless to stop what was going to happen. The pain of a glaring telephone cable that had been torn out and tied around his wrists, holding them back was nothing compared to the agony of impotence. He knew that he could not save her from this horror. A tear stopped on his cheek.
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