MEXH • 42

<BY KALEN> 

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 "I won't lay a finger on you," a gloomy voice declared.But it wouldn't have been necessary.The tense muscles, swollen with sweat, andthe red eyes shining through the disheveled hair,made his refusal unmistakably clear. "I'll help you," he called softly to the man, who was in excruciating pain.His eyes, gleaming as if he wanted to kill, were beautiful even in their humiliation.