Wild ridge
He dropped the brass knuckles, his hands trembling as he reached for me.
"Vick..." he whispered, his voice filled with anguish.
I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. "It's okay," I murmured, holding him close. "I'm here.
Together, we walked out of the pit, leaving the darkness behind us. As I brought him to my room, I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on him. We took a shower together, the warm water washing away the grime and blood, a small comfort after the nightmare we had endured.
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