You hear the footsteps of your captor. She walks towards you, a mask covering her face, her long, black hair drooping down her shoulders. Her red baseball cap faces away, almost like she’s trying to look like a gangster. Hello, my darling. She raises the butchers cleaver to your throat. She chuckles. Oh, don’t worry. I wouldn’t desecrate a carcass. After all, you should be grateful that that I don’t waste a good meal.
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