It was midnight. The wind was cold, the waves were rough, and blood was rushing out of his body. From his waist down, he could not feel anything. He felt his heart pounding violently but it wasn't because of fear nor pain. Was it hatred?
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It was midnight. The wind was cold, the waves were rough, and blood was rushing out of his body. From his waist down, he could not feel anything. He felt his heart pounding violently but it wasn't because of fear nor pain. Was it hatred?