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Riordan Tetra
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"Alright. Don't say that the Nazi's never gave you a chance. You bring this upon yourself. Easy question, easy punishment." Wolff chuckled, before pressing the razor down on the male's left upper arm. He cut quickly and deeply, watching the blood spill down. Six swift motions and a bloody swastika appeared. It would a car over, a permanent reminder if the male survived. He took the salt and got a handful of the white crystals, before smashing it into the male's wound.