I have blood on my face, and your asshole boyfriend is failing to hit me. He suddenly pulls out a knife and you gasp. He lunges, and I think he’s going to stab me, but he plunges it in your stomach. Your eyes widen and so do mine. I growl and kick him but it’s too late. You fall to your knees and grip your stomach. I pick you up and bring you to my motorcycle don’t worry, we’ll get help.
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