Your point of veiw

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Hey guys, sorry for the long wait, i kinda deleted wattpad on my phone because it was taking up too much space hehe. Anyway, on with the story!

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You hang limply from your shackled arms, your clothes tattered and ripped by blades and other torture equiptment. Blood is streaming out of your many wounds as you desparetly grasp to the sliver of consciousness you still have.

Just as you feel yourself slipping away into the darkness a strange voice  in your head screams "Hold on!". Then suddenly a silhouette bursts through the heavy iron door like it was made of paper, its' hinges flying off.

The shadowy fingure appears to have a demon tail and animalistic eyes, eyes that resemble those of a cat's. She also had a demon rail and pitch black hair. Your captors whirl around, their eyes widening as they land on the figure. Instantly they begin shooting.

The woman smirks as she runs at them as fast as a cheetah, the spray of bullets not even grazing her skin. She jumped on one of the older men and sank her teeth deep into his throst. The man lets out a stranggled shriek as blood gushes out the wound.

She leaps off of the poor man and pounches on another, her dragon wings emerging from beneath the skin of her back. Suddenly she leaps onto the walls and runs across the walls as if they were the floor.

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