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Chapter 122

Eleanor raced through a maze with Ambrose hot on her heels, a pocket-sized knife held tightly in his left hand. She was trapped as the maze seemed to have no exits.

Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, both in the dream and reality, dripping down the sides of her face. She was frantic in her breathing and terrified of the looming danger in the name of Ambrose.

"I'll kill you, you cunt!" Ambrose thundered in a loud voice behind her. His badly cut body oozed blood. It pooled beneath his feet and left bloodied footprints in his trail.

Eleanor kept running until she got to a dead end. A giant wall stood as a barricade between danger and her freedom. She quaked with fear knowing Ambrose was close now. His demonic laughter rang out in the air and caused goosebumps to spread on her skin.

He was going to take her life.

"You can't run away from me," Ambrose cackled. "You're weak. You would always be overpowered by everyone."

He walked closer, grinning, blood running down his teeth like a v
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