Slice

156 words | Horror | CONTENT WARNING

“Put that damn thing down. Are you a fucking girl?”

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“Puking bleeding hearts just want to take away what’s yours.”

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“But, you can only have so much compassion for those people. Eventually, they’re just trying to get one up on you.”

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“You gonna suck dick, boy? You want to burn in hell like one of them goddamn faggots? ”

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“Look at ‘em, just taking jobs away from actual Americans. Fucking shameful. Someone should send the fuckers back where they came from.”

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“Look at them — hands out for whatever the government will give them. Milking the goddamn system, too lazy to work for their money. That’s why we got nothing. All our fucking taxes go to them!”

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He stood there, flesh carved into a new shape, a form more fitting. They welcomed him with slaps on the back, hoisted him crucified on a flag, and called him “brother”.

“No mercy,” he whispered.