MY SUPER CRUSH IS AN ALPHA
I sprinted across the pitch, my focus sharp, unaware of the danger that awaited me.
Mark, fueled by his resentment, seized the opportunity for a final act of aggression.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Mark launched himself into a dangerous tackle, targeting my knee.
The impact was brutal, my knee twisting unnaturally beneath the force. A sharp cry escaped my lips as searing pain shot through my leg, threatening to engulf me.
Mark's expression twisted into a sadistic smile as he witnessed my anguish, his satisfaction evident in his gaze. The taste of victory fueled his cruel intentions, and he reveled in my suffering.
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