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Laura pulled deeper into the bed, raising her knee up to her face in a bid to protect herself from the impending danger. She stared at the cardboard, and almost gagged at the beheaded chicken.

She was not a weakling, but there was something about how the animal had been killed that made her sick to her stomach. It was cruel. She couldn’t help, but look away from the whole thing. It made her so sick.

“Fuck! You didn’t need to see this. Let me get this out of the way right now,” Marcus said fiercely.

She didn’t turn to look at him. She didn’t wish to see what he did with the chicken. She was too horrified already. She rocked herself slowly, and time seemed to slow down with every motion she made.

Suddenly, she felt a hand around her. She couldn’t help the scream that tore from her soul as the graphical representation of the chicken coming alive and biting off her head ignited in her mind.

The hand wouldn’t let go.

“Babe, calm down. It’s me.’

It took exactly two minutes to realize that i