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>>10379213
That's the only poison suffering picture I have. Do you have any others?

;_;

My arm moves on its own, and before I know it...

BAM!

The girl - as well as the chair she sat on - tumble to the floor at the impact.

The girl doesn't make a sound. She doesn't even make any effort to get up.

She just stares at me, confused. Confused, shocked, and with tears welling up in her eyes.

Her eyes look like they're pleading, 'why are you doing this??'

Why am I doing this...?

I tighten the grip on the baseball bat in my right hand.

Why am I doing this?

My hand moves over my head, but it doesn't feel like I'm the one causing it to move.

Why, why am I doing this?!

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!"

I aggressively swing the baseball bat at the young girl on the floor to avoid thinking about it.

Don't ask me why!

I hit her again. And again.

Don't ask me why, dammit!

The baseball bat comes down on her fragile body time and time again.

I'm breathing heavily. The girl is now struggling to get up, but she keeps fumbling.

Her former expression of shock was now replaced by pure fear.

>OP