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The sensation of suddenly having a knife placed against your throat is not something that can easily be described. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and I was left wondering if this was even real.
“There we go, little girl,” a cold voice whispered behind me. “Just keep your mouth shut and we can end this quickly.”
Calloused hands held me in place, pinning me against the wall with a grip that nearly shattered my bones in half. A hooded figure stood in front of me, his pale skin appearing almost ghostlike as he peered at me. He was so close that I could smell his rancid breath, and my skin prickled as he touched me. I couldn’t clearly see what he looked like, but his fingernails were long and dirty and there were tiny tufts of hair sticking out of his arm at odd places.
“W-
