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RAYN
"I've started down at fear before in eyes like yours and I've never cared for it." There is no villainous smile on his face. No thrill in his eyes. No remorse. "Don't scream. Don't shout. And don't tell, because if you open up that mouth," he lifts the knife up to my face, trailing its sharp point along the edge of my bottom lip before stopping precisely at the corner of my mouth, "then I know where to find you. And this time the knife will go through more than just your skin."
"Stop! Leave her alone!" Zack shouts, trying desperately to pull himself free.
But Scarface's dead eyes remain on locked on mine. "Your brother is in my hand, and the knife in my other. You won't do anything stupid, will you? Will you?!" he roars.
Feeling my eyes prickle from tears that dare to fall, I shake my head. "Good." He says, and suddenly lifts his hand, bringing it back down as quickly as it went up, but directly to the side of my head with the hard end of the knife. The other side of my head crashes into the wall before my whole body surrenders to both blows and slams onto the floor.
"No, Rayn! No, get up!" I hear my brother plead.
"Make no mistake," Scarface warns.
But my eyes roll over and I fall into a bottomless pit of darkness, leaving it all behind.
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