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• I got to understand what those buttons were meant for when he pressed one of them and the chains holding Marshall started moving. At a slow pace, it took him up, down, again, the whole time, stretching him really hard.
• He eventually came awake with a low pained grunt. The pain must've been unbearable. His arms were stretched high as the machine lifted and dropped him in slow, relentless cycles. It was like a wounded person forced into endless involuntary push-ups.
• I had seen countless acts of violence in Blayne's parlor. I had never enjoyed them. I had been traumatized by them more times than I could count.