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The whiplash came again, more accurately. The long leather cord sang through the air so quickly that Rockson was struck in middive. The long, snakelike thing caught him in the ankles and wrapped around them so tight that Rockson was stop-motioned and pulled down hard Hand Of God Rock onto the floor. Bdos, with incredible leeann tweeden
pulled the whip back toward him, with Rockson entrapped in its grip. Feet first, the Doomsday Warrior was headed toward death. Using a ninja trick, making himself into a tight ball, the axis of which was his imprisoned ankles, he Hand Of God Rock spun ten times to the side like a whirlwind. He was free ellis hobbs
for now. He quickly recovered, snapped open his body, and leapt to the side - too late to avoid the tip of the long whipcord slashing a red gouge across his forehead. His eyes Hand Of God Rock became obscured by blood. The whipcords steel tip had missed them by mere inches. And then again, and gerontosexuality
the whip cracked the stillness. And Rockson rolled and rolled, like a mad dervish. He found the baton. The whipcord sailed out again. Rock held the baton above Hand Of God Rock his head. The cord wrapped around the baton - and Rocksons wrist. The pain was intense. But he endured it. He held on as a n95 respirator
tug tried to free the whipcord. Blood pulsed out of torn cartilage on his wrist. Blood oozed down from his forehead Hand Of God Rock into his eyes. The pain in a dozen parts of his steel-muscled bronze body was agonizing. But he held on. He had not only his own life at stake. The texas lottery
world depended on the next few seconds of this terror.
And Rockson, knowing the additional pain Hand Of God Rock it would create, still forced himself to roll for his attacker, holding onto the long bullwhip cord.
He had to get this over with.
The smaller whip snapped out its message of ultimate pain, hitting the Doomsday Warrior 
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the groin. The blow was partly - but only Hand Of God Rock partly - ameliorated by the metal zipper of his pants. The pain was unbearable yet had to be endured. The shorter cord struck his face, slashing a gouge across his cheek. Dimly, through the blood in his bleary eyes, Rockson could see the n95 respirator
of triumph on Hand Of God Rock Bdos Errs countenance. Bdos struck again at Rocks face. And the Doomsday Warrior, always unorthodox, snagged the second whipcord in his teeth, and bit hard onto it. He held on and got to his feet. Twisting like a top, he spun now, ramming his skull into Hand Of God Rock the mans face. His tormentor nyrr
as his nose cracked, and as Rock raised his face before the man, he knew Bdos could take less pain than he could deliver. He was shaken..
