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I lifted my chin. "I think you're afraid."
He tilted his head in my direction and surprise flickered through his eyes, letting me know that I'd managed to get his attention.
A genuine laugh escaped his lips. "Afraid? Me?" He pointed to himself as if he couldn't believe his ears. "And what's the devil afraid of?"
He suddenly took a step towards me and that's when I felt a lump in my throat.
Instead of answering his question, I raised the knife which I'd been hiding behind my back. When his gaze fell on the weapon, a slow wicked smirk formed on his lips and he shook his head. "My, my, aren't you quite the villian?"
There was a moment of silence between us. I knew he was testing me, he probably thought I didn't have the guts to do it. Staring him straight in the eye, I brought my hand forward and did it.
I stabbed him in the stomach.
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