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240. The Power of Submission
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2024-10-29 19:42:56SOUNDTRACK: “Legendz” by AG and Devvon Terrell
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~ RIG ~
I was bleeding from a dozen places, my chest heaving, my fur wet with blood and my father’s saliva. But I was fighting and I wasn’t giving up.
My father was strong. So much stronger than even I had imagined. And smart.
After the fourth time he fled to reposition, I realized what he was doing—trying to wear me out—and I stopped sprinting after him. But any breather I took, only gave him a chance to catch his breath too. And so we clashed, and snapped, twisted, and wrestled.
We snarled and yelped, growled and rolled.
His body, older than mine, but bigger too, di
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