Two: The Cuttist

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He was jolted awake by the sound of footsteps, then immediately reached for his bedside lamp, but something pulled him back forcefully. His hands were cuffed to his headboard.

He struggled vigorously to break free, then yelped when a cold object touched his neck. He turned to his side... no one was there.

His bed creaked, so he adjusted his sight and saw a figure sitting across from him.

Frightened, he screamed, "Wh...who are you?"

"The Cuttist," a female voice replied, dangling a machete. "And you have five seconds to tell me why I shouldn't cut your life short. Go."

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