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The officer held Jessica tightly by the hair and turning to leave, he stood next to the man and watched him, in sadistic pleasure, writhe in agony. The officer took his club and raising it like a cane, pushed the man aside and the Reverend, crumbled to the ground, a broken man.
The "crunch, crunch, crunch" of their feet disappeared into the siren's wail. The Reverend lay on the gravel, spitting, coughing, and gasping for life. Pain screamed inside his body and pounded in his head. Then, without notice, the siren went quiet and he heard the grinding gravel of the wheels and the squeal of tires as the car sped away.
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