"So what do you have to say for yourself miss mouth?" He dragged the machete across the floor as he circled me, teasing me. "Fuck you, punk muthafucka!" I spat, all the fear never leaving my presence but I couldn't give him the satisfaction. A whip of wind sounded through my ears before I felt him take a slash at my thigh. And before blacking out I thought to myself ... What the fuck have I done? **This book may contain triggers, read at your own risk**
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