The hammer came down and the nail punctured your skin. The white hot burning was too much. You scream as you pull and thrash at the braces, causing your raw skin to rub and tear. I try to line up another nail, but couldn’t find my aim, and let out a frustrated grunt. When I brought the hammer back to take a wild swing, you burst out crying and begging.
“PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!”
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My hill.