6.Page One
You beg for mercy when you crouch down in front of me＊
Could you be any weaker. you？ worthless being.
Every second you take is a waste of my time.
What else do you want？ have you already killed me, dime？ for
dime.
I am ruthless. you spit a hard game. I don't like it.
I swear one day you will shape up coward. until then you are
worthless.
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