The Return Of The God of War

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Jace groans, but he doesn't move his head off the table. The pain is excruciating and he thinks that if he tries to move, it's going to be more than this.

"Hello, hello. " A cheerful voice says with laughter.

He lets out a painful winch as his head is lifted off the table, the stranger is holding him by his hair.

The table is cracked where his face made contact with it and it's covered in drops of blood.

Jace sniffs and feels his forehead, he can feel the warm thickness of blood against his finger.

" Who are you?" He shivers. " What's this about?'

Hardly has he gotten the words out of his mouth when a force pushes his face against the table again.

The table shatters and the glass falls to the ground loudly. He is in so much pain that he can't even open his eyes.

His head is aching like a hammer has been used on it.

" You have got a lot of nerve to even think of asking questions. " The stranger clicks his tongue.

"I'm sorry. " He mutters. He doesn't want to get hurt anymore ag