I shriek when I am sent flying backwards. The arm behind me gets jarred badly, but it only stings for a little bit. My shirt tearing stings the back of my neck and yanks my head forward a bit at first. It falls back again, my chest heaving as my sleek throat is exposed to you.
Your declaration of me having to scream shocks me, but I just nod and continue to reach back. I feel the blade in my hand-salvation! It's only five inches by one inch, but it can kill. I stop.
"Are you going to kill me?" I ask softly, terrified of ruining any chance I might have of surviving this terror. My waist length strawberry blonde hair partially covers my wide, terrified eyes as I watch you and wait anxiously for the answer.
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