Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-25828117-20190829133902

Willy got up from the bed and approached the punching bag. He had asked for it, but now that he actually had it, he wasn't so sure.

The platinum-haired farmhand carefully rested a hand on the leather skin of the bag.

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"Again!"

William could hear her voice almost every waking second. He was given absolutely no time to recuperate or rest.

"Again!"

This time he was hit in the face with a long stick. The clap shook him wide awake followed by the searing pain of the welt forming on his cheek.

The pain made him angry. He would recieve anoher slap if he didn't do as he was told.

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Willy's hand recoiled from the bag as if it had turned to snakes.