Now, he knelt in front of me, and all I could do was gaze up the line of his body. Marianne, who was helping me learn to control the ever growing list of psychic powers, said that I used anger to shield myself from any unwanted emotion. He screamed, screamed with a mouth that poured blood, screamed with a throat that was pierced in a half-dozen places. Not about something this traumatic.
How can you be sure? he asked. It was the voice you used instead of screaming or hitting something. So close to his groin, but not touching. Fine, I'll leave you out of it.
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