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I felt the cold metal of the gun press into the back of my head before he spoke, but then again, I knew what he was going to say, he said it every time. "Shoot him." Struggling against the mute prison which was my mouth, I shook with fear as I heard the click of the safety - "shoot him", he repeated as I shook my head wildly, my mind racing, desperate to find a solution - but of course there wasn't one,". Sweat had coated my body with its thinks, sickly presence as my heart beat faster and faster, thoughts racing through my head - "NOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

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