Predation Extract 9The sound of punches against a wooden floor echoed around the empty walls of the house. It was three in the morning and Timothy was wide awake; angrily attacking the wooden floor in his bedroom. He punched it hard with his fists; barely able to feel the bruising he had already caused on his knuckles. He barely noticed anything except the ripping pain of the bruising on the back of his neck. He hadn’t even been doing anything; just sleeping. How could sleeping suddenly put him in this immense amount of pain? Timothy wished he knew the answer. He stormed out of the room to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl.Predation Extract 9
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