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Sarah thrashed in the vice-like hold of her captor as her friends disappeared from sight. The path the possessed man took was filled with many twists and turns. The warehouses were replaced by abandoned industrial plants. They were interspersed with patches of weeds surrounded by rusted chain-link fences.
She grabbed the man’s ear and proceeded to give him the equivalent of a lobe wedgie. “Let.” Twist. “Me.” Turn. “Go!” She gave him a big pop in the ear with the palm of her other hand.
The man grunted and stumbled as pain shot through his skull. Sarah rolled out of his grasp and hit the unforgiving asphalt on her side. She looked up in the direction they came and saw the first of her attackers running at them. Sarah scrambled to her feet and ran to the left where a narro
