39: Man Called Death

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KATHERINE I didn't feel so cold anymore. That was a good thing, right? By the time my eyes opened. All I saw was darkness. Save for some light that still manages to enter the room through the curtains and my entire body was so stiff. Where was I? A room, obviously. A sassy voice in my head says. I tried to move my arm to scratch an itch but it wasn't budging. I tilted my head up to see that my hand had been handcuffed to the bedpost. What the hell? What has that stranger done to me? Had he kidnapped me. As I tried to free myself, I felt a sharp pain on my stomach and I remembered my stab wound. It had been redressed and I think I had opened it up again with all my struggling because it was bleeding again. “Shit." If I bled out to death here, no one would know. I couldn't let that h

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