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The world seems in hyper drive as adrenaline pulsates through my veins with loud booms, every sound is magnified to a countless number. I can't breathe, my vision clouding.

There are coloured shapes flashing above my face as my attacker stares at me with cold-eyes, not a flinch of guilt passes those cold grey eyes, I almost see the twisted pleasure radiating off his skin.

The sharp pain in my head is making me gasp and stagger for breathes I cannot make. The smell of blood was overpowering my mind, the metallic fume was lingering all around me.

My vision cleared up more, it started pulling together.


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