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"Look at you," he breathed out with that awful grin, his eyes bright with cruel delight. "Trying so hard."
He didn't give me another second.
His knee slammed into my stomach—sharp, brutal, knocking the breath out of me as if he'd punched a hole straight through my lungs. Pain exploded across my torso, hot and blinding, and I folded over with a strangled cry. My knees hit the floor first, then my palms, and I curled instinctively, clutching my stomach as nausea surged up my throat.
"Fuck—" The word barely managed to escape me.
Jace ripped the pipe from my hands, victorious now that my strength had finally faltered. I lifted my head just in time to see him arc it back like a baseball bat, his expression gleaming with something feral.
"Don't worry," he murmured. "This part won't take long."
The pipe cracked across my back. "AHHH!"
