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If I die? It'll be on my own terms (128)

I could not breathe.

“S-stop!” I cried but it came out muffled. I licked my legs and struggled. My insides turned and I felt my intestines knot and twist together.

My throat dried up and it felt like there I had swallowed a lump as well as my voice. My eyes stung with tears of frustration as I struggled with my attacker, they didn’t seem too strong or masculine but I was sure that something was wrong with me, whether it was the chloroform or how fuzzy my head felt, something was wrong:

This person, they were not letting me go. I tried to push back and forth, I kicked my legs and tried my best not to breathe in what I assumed was the chloroform but just as I was about to give up and suck it up, The person shoved me to the ground and pointed a gun at me. My eyes widened and I locked eyes with Rye.

Her eyes were as fiery as ever. Her feet were implanted with black boots and her hair was tied in a high ponytail, Her gun was pointed straight to my head and he hands didn’t waver as she inc
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