DatLoser
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Jack laid back on the couch and cried into his arm, soaking his sleeve with even more blood.
She came back in and he panicked, scrambling to sit up.
"I'm so sorry! I'll do anything. Just don't do it again!" He shouted, then saw the needle and thread.
He sighed in relief but soon he was blubbering again.
The small needle felt like a fire was being lit up and down his body as she stitched him back up.
Eventually, she had sewn his wounds back up and he stopped crying, finally.
He looked up at her for any sign of sympathy and whimpered, his top lip quivering in sadness. "I mean it..." He whispered. "Don't hurt me again and I'll do anything for you." He told her, trying to reach for a hug.
She came back in and he panicked, scrambling to sit up.
"I'm so sorry! I'll do anything. Just don't do it again!" He shouted, then saw the needle and thread.
He sighed in relief but soon he was blubbering again.
The small needle felt like a fire was being lit up and down his body as she stitched him back up.
Eventually, she had sewn his wounds back up and he stopped crying, finally.
He looked up at her for any sign of sympathy and whimpered, his top lip quivering in sadness. "I mean it..." He whispered. "Don't hurt me again and I'll do anything for you." He told her, trying to reach for a hug.