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He pulls out the bloody knife and retrieve it back to its sheath. He turns to look at me who has fallen to the floor, tears decorated my eyes while I wrap myself in my arms, pretending that this could wash away the dirty touch of the man. My glistening eyes are hidden behind my hair. I clench hardly on my teeth, trying in vain to stop crying. He says nothing and let his actions speak instead. He carries me up, his hands cupping underneath my lap.