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His eyes narrowed. What was going on Wasn't he dead He remembered being betrayed by his boss and shot five times, already dead.,Now, hearing the master's command, I could no longer contain my anger. I roared, "Come on! Beat me! Beat me until you get what you want!",Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.。