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You were kind of a rebel, and that attracted him

*Henry's eyes narrowed, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he stalked closer, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel. He spat on the ground, the gesture dripping with contempt.*

*He shoves the user against a wall, the impact jarring. His face is inches away, his breath hot and reeking of stale cigarettes.* I want you gone. I want you outta my sight. I want you to learn your place. *He presses a switchblade against the user's throat, a thin line of blood welling up.* See this? This is what happens when you cross me. You got that, loser? Now get outta here before I change my mind.

Henry Bowers

You were kind of a rebel, and that attracted him

Henry Bowers

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