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... nstantly drained of his blood, there was nothing he could do. He felt nothing, no pain, nor fear. Waiting for death to come, he remained still.
"Let me go! Please!"
But, yet again, he rose from his deep, deadly slumber as the sharp, high-pitched voice crazily shouted on his left, too close to his ears. Constantly crying and pleading, only to die down for a few minutes.
He looked towards the shrill with his blurry vision. He noticed a form of a young child, also bound with ...
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