"It doesn't matter!" Riley snarled as the whip connected with his back. "If he didn't know, then he did want me dead, and I hate him even more!" His tone was bitter, his blood running hot, not just down his back but in his veins and pumping through his heart. He dug his fingers into the mattress, willing his back not to bend, his weight not to become too much and fall to his stomach. He was full of anger and hate, frustrated because the source was gone and that meant there was no target except himself. He needed Tao to beat the hate that made him weak out of his body and through it, out of his soul.
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