RAGNA POV...
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Blood seemed to be seeping out of me from everywhere at once, warm and sticky as it slid down my skin, while my face felt grotesquely swollen, my lips so thick and numb that it felt as if an entire elite squad of enraged beehives had declared war on my mouth and won.
Through half-lidded eyes, I could see myself curled up on the ground, arms drawn in tight as if I could somehow shield what little remained of me from further harm, and beside me stood Tom, desperately throwing himself between my body and theirs, shouting and pleading with a cracked voice.
Yet all of it was meaningless, because they outnumbered him, and all it took was a casual shove from the brown-haired boy to send him stumbling aside like an inconvenience.
It grew so unbearable that even she couldn't watch anymore.
"STOP IT!"
The scream cut through the air like a blade.
