Chapter 48

  VIKTOR.

  Whack!

  Whack! Whack! Whack!

  Hit after hit, after hit, I let my anger and frustration at all that has happened pour out in the punching bag.

  It is a good bag.

  Sturdy too.

  If not, it would have crumbled into shreds at the amount of force I am using on it.

  "Why?!" I snarl out lo...

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