I knew I was screaming then. Struggling, cursing and kicking, but they wouldn't let me go. She's going to die. Everything appeared to go a millionth of a second fast. Sound had all but dissapeared, leaving nothing but the emptiness in my head and the congo drums in my heart. My mouth tasted only fear and blood. I could see it. The axe. Frame by frame almost, getting closer and closer. Towards her head. They were going to kill her. She's going to die.All Rights Reserved