"So, you'll cooperate then?"

Anna looked up at the man, holding his knife there above her, grinning evily.

"Yes," she said weakly, feeling the pain in her face and arm, the blood against her. She felt weak from the bleeding. All she really wanted to do was sleep, at home lay down in her soft bed, close her eyes, and drift off. If only she was dreaming, but she knew she wasn't.

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