The blood.

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"JESSICA!!" Jake screamed when he saw the love of his life in so much pain.
She looked straight at Jake as the blood started to come out of her mouth and said in a low and painful voice "take care of my sister." Before he knew it she was gone, along with her father and the 2 slaves that were left alive. Jake ran over to where Jessica was standing and saw a pile of blood all over the floor. He went down on his knees and put his head in both his hands and started to cry. He quickly whipped his face with his shirt, got up and went down to Sophie who was just starting to wake up.
"Jake?" She said in a soft and low voice as she traced the room with her  eyes.
"Where's Jessica?" She asked with panic in her tone. "Is that blood! What the hell happened?!"
"He stabbed her right through the stomach." He answered with no emotion.
"She could die!" She screamed.
"I know. Get up we need to help her" he said as he gave her his hand.
"It's Jessica we are talking about, she always finds a way out." He said hoping what he said true.

Jessica
I could feel the cold metal that was still inside me. He wouldn't let me remove it and if I tried to, he'd start twisting it inside me. Cutting my insides to pieces and thinking about it now, if I had to be a blood bag then suffer all of this pain I'd definitely pick blood bag. One of my "Fathers" slaves carried me and threw me into an old, cold and dusty storage room with water falling down from the wooden roof. I looked down at my wound but just looking at it made it hurt more, especially with the thought of having to remove the knife, stitching it or most probably dying. Dying right now sounded a lot easier then all the other choices. Luckily for me, Jake taught me how to free myself if i was ever tied up, even upside down. Back then the idea seemed really stupid but right now, not as much. I used my left arm to drag myself to the wall and the right arm to put pressure on the wound. I lay my back against the wall and ripped a part of my shirt to cover the wound.
Jessica took a deep breath in and pulled out the knife with one hand and used the other to stop the blood from flowing. She didn't want to risk screaming but it hurt her painfully. The second she got the knife out she threw it on the ground and quickly put pressure on the wound with the cloth.
I kept biting my lip so hard to avoid screaming but I knew I was going to die  from the amount of blood I was losing. What really got me thinking was why did he want to kill me if he wanted my blood. Minutes passed and my vision grew worse and worse. The cold air froze my fingers, made my nose turned bloody red and I could feel my lips turning blue. Every breath I took turned as white as snow. The sound of my heart beat was going slower and slower but it was so loud from how quite the room was.
Jessica was so close to losing consciousness and fell to floor. She was shaking and could no longer keep pressure on her wound. Her hands let go of the wound but she put them back up. Still shaking, she knew she could no longer do this. Her hands slipped and her heartbeat went slower by the second and before she could hold on any longer, she whisper "Jake, hel.." and was gone.
Was it the end for Jessica ? 

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