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Book 2: Children of Violence 

Cristine her heart thumped. She could hear blood passing through her ears - thump, thump, thump-and looking down saw her red coated chest moving up and down. She even tasted textured meat that was never meant to be chewed on by a human. 

She noticed how her dirty hands shook around her upper legs and inhaled. Her vision became blurry when she looked at the calm Troy. 

Suddenly, she was hot and sweaty, so hot and sweaty that she wanted to run. But as soon as she tried to stand it left her body unsteady. The trembling traveled down into her legs and hips, leaving her shaky. She felt weak, as if everything just drained out of her. Yet, her heart seemed to pound even faster, even harder. She tried taking a deep breath to calm herself, but her inhales were sharp and shallow. Her vision went darker and narrow again, like a kaleidoscope.

"Breathe," Troy calmly said. "You did good." He earnestly complimented. 


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