As the lieutenant drew the blade toward the right side of his abdomen, the cut was no longer deep, and the tip—slick with blood and fat—was already nearly emerging from the wound. Nausea suddenly rose in his throat, and the lieutenant let out a hoarse growl. The spasms made the pain even more excruciating; the edges of the incision parted, and his entrails began to spill out, as if his belly were vomiting. His intestines cared nothing for their master’s agony; healthy and glistening, they cheerfully slithered out into the open. The lieutenant’s head slumped, his shoulders heaved heavily, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a thread of saliva dangled from his mouth.

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Бобу было тогда лет 14

True pain is never felt immediately. It is like consumption: by the time a person notices the first symptoms, the disease has already reached virtually its final stage.

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