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Writhing in mind-numbing pain Bryan felt himself being hauled deeper into the alley. His attackers seemed quieter, less angry and more determined now. What would they do to him? Even in a fair fight he couldn't have matched them, but with his wrists now bound he was just a sheep to the slaughter. He tried one more time to protest, to say that they had got it all wrong, it was all just a terrible mistake but even as he raised his head to speak a clenched fist slammed hard across his jaw and his lights went out............
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