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Chapter 22
Skyla (Past) I was shocked, thinking who kept his palm over my mouth from behind. I could tell the blood drained from my face. My heart began to beat faster. Thinking that maybe the person, who held me from behind, was one of the abductor's men, I became stiff. I resisted the urge to give out a blood-curdling scream in fear. But I can't scream for the sake of Carl. None of my hands were free so that I could pry over that person's hand. I looked from that ajar door and saw that person was pointing his gun toward Carl. I have to save him. At that moment I got an idea. I took my paper spray to attack the person. As I about to spay that content over that intruder's face, I heard a deep voice said in a hushed tone, "Don't make any sound, girl. We are the police here to save your friend from
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