3.2; in silence

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"if you're going to kill me, can you do it gently?" i put up my hands in an act of defence, trembling before the tall figure whose shadow covered my entire body.

"who said i was going to kill you?" he knelt down, my eyes closed, and he swiftly covered my mouth and nose with a handkerchief.


 i blacked out.





weird, crappy plot.


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