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Natara coughed up the sinful blood that flooded her lungs and mouth, it hurt so much...
And the ropes were being tightened again. To force out as much blood as possible. Tears ran down her face, mingling with the blood that savagely tore at the inside of her throat. "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |