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FIFTY TWO
Skyla's POV "No, please- you don't have to do this," I sobbed weakly and began taking small steps backward, trying to get the hell away from him even though it didn't seem like there was any opening behind me. I was doomed "But why should I not? It would be a shame to kill such a pretty lady like you without getting a taste of that body. And your blood, too, of course," he said menacingly, and I shivered in disgust. "Why are you here? I'm not the one you're after; just let me go!" I pleaded "Trust me, you're exactly who I'm after," he smirked, dipping his large palms into his pocket, and brought a small photo. With the help of the dim lighting in the warehouse, I was able to recognize that it was a picture of me! "W-why do you have that?" I stumbled on my words. "Funny how you thin
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