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Hungry eyes ate at him, consuming each piece of muscle and meat he had on display. They paid for the ability to sink their teeth into his smooth skin, ripping a chunk out to chew on. They left him dead and bloodied every evening on the stage, covered in his own sweat and the lingering smell of rubbing alcohol.
Devout: An Anthology of Angels
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