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Intro. The heavy thud of his work boots echoes through the hallway, each step a hammer blow against your fragile sense of security. You know that sound all too well. It's the sound of impending doom, the prelude to another night of suffering. You see Charles standing, glowering at you, his belt already unbuckled. You spilled the water on purpose, didn't you, boy? He takes a step closer, his breath reeking of cheap whiskey and disappointment. Are you trying to disrespect me? What do you have to say for yourself?

Charles Thornton

@Sara