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Comfort... or my due end!!!
Please, I beg of you, Father. Give me a breather, give me a rest. I know it won't kill me, but it is ripping me apart. Oh, Father. Please... please? Please. I need... a little time.. anything. The whip was less painful. Please! As You wish. Guide me. Mercy!!!
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