A Short Blurb
The greasy hand pinning me to the wall was rather unsanitary. However, my immediate concern was the ugly muscular giant of a man breathing down my neck. Every word that escaped through his discolored teeth was accompanied by a shower of saliva that covered my face, blinding me in the process.
I wiped the slime off with the back of my hand and sighed. How can I tell these goons that my superpower is the ability to control bowel movement and human excrements? They’ll probably die from laughter. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the painful blow the big guy punched into my abdomen. None of the other prisoners seemed to notice as my bullies had their way.
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