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... down, a small whistle began to sound. Scream, whistle, scream, whistle, "help me!", Whistle. The whistle was getting closer and closer. The man, with anxious eyes, glanced at the door and began frantically tearing the papers on the desk.
But there was too much to tear alone. Damn it! The man bit his lips hard. Blood pooled.
That's when it happened.
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a polite knocking sound. So, they've finally come. The man swallowed his saliva and p ...
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