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Yay! New story! I feel you're really gonna like this one! My courage shredded like paper and I dropped the rusty knife onto the poorly carpetted floor. "I can't do it." I wispered to her. "You can," she smiled, pressing a button. "And you will." My eyes lit up at the sight. "Is that...?" I began to cry. I solemly fell to the floor. "Miranda... No...!" I sobbed as she stepped into my view. "Either you do it. Or I do... to you..." she chuckled lowly at my own fear. "God... fuck you..." I muttered, standing up. I weilded the rusty knife once again in my hands and the girl squirmed under my grip. my hand shook as I lied it on her fast moving chest. a tear escaped from my eye. The girl struggled to shriek with the gag tightly wrapped around her mouth. I looked down and I realised I had cut over her chest. "Take the heart." Miranda hissed in my ear. I nodded, as I pushed my hand through her flesh. Pulling out the heart and cutting the attached veins, I continued to cry loudly.
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