“That place was destroyed…” Dad muttered. “Yes, well, we fought. The bruises around my neck are from a chain. The burn marks are from a cattle prod and, well, we fought. In the end, I bit off his dick and watched him bleed out before I pushed his body into the fire. The claw puncture marks are from that chick, whoever she was. I had to stop the bleeding…” “The doctor was able to cut that out and clean that up.” Damian said through gritted teeth. “Mom and I made it to the packhouse, well you know the rest.” There was a knock at the door. Damian went to see who it was. His body stiffened as worry passed through him. “What?” “Can I see her?” Cynthia asked. “No, I-” “It’s okay, Damian. Might as well get this over with.” I said. He didn’t like it, but moved so she could enter. Her body froze as she realized my parents were in the room as well. I could tell she was second guessing her actions. “Come in.” Mom said, trying to sound nice. They were also a bit skeptical of her. “I
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