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"Fuck you" I twist his arm, making him lose his grip on the gun. I slash him with the butterfly knife across his chest. Another one of his minions comes raging at me like a bull. I kick him straight in the jewels and he falls to the ground moaning like a little bitch. Others cower away from me too scared to attack. I smirk at these buffons and run in the opposite direction. Not even a second later a cloth is placed onto my nose, knocking the knife out of my hand. I hold my breath and scratch the hand. But this bastard doesn't let go and his grip tightens even more. "Not so fast, sweetheart" My lungs give out and I breathe into the cloth. "Fuck you" I manage to croak out before seeing the smirking face of that idiot. Oh how badly I'd like to knock his teeth out. --NOT EDITED--
Chapter 1
