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Contest
a Contest!
e startt and I have
the salty, bitter-sweet taste of
flesh
The invigorating feel of
clenching muscles
The continuous urge to
exert any and all power
Hearing half-comcealed whimpers
of pain
Trying not to jerk away
Seeing tears in his eyes but
there's none in mine
The lovely feeling of teeth
sinking deeper
into
flesh
At last!
The mouth-watering coppery taste
of the blood
The sight of
red
Slowly trickling down his arm
The sound of my victory as
the ring of boys around us gasp and
he starts to cry because
I won!
No pain in my arm at all
only a slight throbbing sensation
I won the Contest!
I'm not a girly wimp
anymore
