I clutched my stomach in pain as he used the butt of his weapon to essentially punch me right in the abdomen. Assuming the fetal position, I probably did my best impression of a woman grieving after having an awfully bad miscarriage... Wow, that was a fvcked up analogy... I guess my brain was starting to shut off the pain with jokes full of bad taste.
"I-It's..." I coughed out, not even able to finish what I was about to say as I unceremoniously lay on the ground. "J-joke..."
At this point, I felt like I'd lost all motor functions to the rest of my body. My head ached from the twilight between knowing and not knowing, and my stomach probably had a ton of internal bleeding inside it from all of the blows that I had sustained. I strained my ears for any sort of nearby movement beyond more boots on the ground, hoping to god that Lise or someone from the group would come across my battered body.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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