My fear of needles grips my chest as my eyes fall on the syringe. He presses the plunger slightly, and the liquid forms in a large droplet at the tip. My chest heaves as he approaches, and I shrink away. "No, no, no...please don't," I cry. I flail the best I can as he grabs my leg firmly. "Noooo! Please, no...I'll do whatever you want!"
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Oh, I will be alright, just use me...The future's bright without me...
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