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"Bastard, I'll kill you !" I thought and gritted my teeth.

"Running as fast as my skinny legs took me ,I went straight ahead without a landing place  . With about four of his bulky men on my heels, I doubted I could make it to the boat alive, if I ever even made it there .

"Think of me when you need help'' his words and husky voice echoed in my head... I stopped thinking the moment a sharp thorn cut into my flesh, the thigh, as I tried jumping off a small fence marked with twigs, thorns and spines. Still, I kept moving, ignoring the pain while I bled also, hoping that it was not venous.

Suddenly feeling lightheaded and vision rotating in ballet style, I realised how safe I had to keep myself  as I felt the other life in me kick hard, it's way,  I thought, of pleading to see day once, at least. I groaned and let out a loud cry of exhaustion and fear as I fell and sat hard on my butt. God!!! I sat right and hard onto a sharp stone which tore the back side of my skirt apart and created a deep cut into my left butt cheek. I gritted my teeth and threw myself up, getting the sharp apex of the stone out of my cheek... then the tears started welling up my eyes as I saw a  strange looking feline rush past .

I turned to the blurred vision of a man, his . He was coming at me as fast as a cheetah, I could swear on it. And oh, he had a gun. Squealing and squinting, I gave up and let out a loud cry with a shaky voice, alerting the comrade who hadn't even realised I was there and had turned to leave.

Then... just then, I felt numb and pulled out the poisoned arrow with frustration, blacking out."

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