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Now you may be wondering, who was wearing the bolo tie? Me or the shark? Answer: YES!
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He'd never realized how much effort writhing in agony took. His whole body ached, not just from the beating and the cracking and the shattering, but like he'd run a marathon. Everything not slick with blood was hot and clammy with sweat. A weight on his shoulders he couldn't let go. Another lesson filed under things you only ever learn once, he thought dizzily, almost blearily. A small comfort that, though he snapped back to reality with a sudden bitter fury.

Why had he left those kids arguing about whatever and struck off on his own? Those who didn't learn from the past were doomed eternally to repeat it, that was something it didn't take a bone-shattering fall to learn. Anyone who struck out on their own made easy targets. They got hunted and stalked and toyed with. You were as good as bleeding in shark-infested water, except the sharks were fucking coward assholes who kicked you off buildings.

Oh, and one more thing. She wasn't about to kill him.

The terror he held back so tentatively sprouted in full. On the balance, things really couldn't get much worse. People had died horribly before. And he was going to be one of them. Maybe, he thought with the misplaced optimism of someone facing a truly incalculable trial, he'd get to be top of the list. That would be something to brag about in the afterlife. But people had killed each other truly in horrible ways over the years. Horrible, terrible, stomach-churning ways. They'd spent thousands of years figuring out that art. Over days, sometimes. Even weeks. Scap-something. Or skip-? The one with the boats and the honey. Or good old fashioned flaying. Or breaking on the wheel. As long as the victim didn't have any means to move things along, the sky was the limit.

He was teetering on the edge of a brink far deeper than he'd ever imagined.

There was no plan. Just desperation. No begging, no pleading, sure. Don't feed her ego. But other than that? Hope she'd screw up? Make her mad, take the edge off the creativity? That was risky as hell. But it wasn't like any of the things oozing from her were creativity.

"S-screw off with your stupid games," he said with undisguised effort.
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NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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