A knife was placed next to him...
...
Not stabbed...
...
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Just left there...
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Her hesitation could not bring herself to end him...
...
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What's wrong?
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Really?
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"I-I c-can't..."
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Gasping, clutching and squeezing her chest, she collapsed to the floor...
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"N-No..."
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She laid there, completely vulnerable...
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That was something Gid didn't miss out on...
Reaching for the knife, he vomited again...
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But that didn't stop him...
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No...
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He was feeling a burning rage swell inside him...
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Akin to a moth's attraction to fire...
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With spit and dribble running down his chin, the knife was suddenly in his hands...
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Gid's palms were sweaty, heavy...
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Shaking as if to show his hesitation...
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Yet there was only one thing on his mind...
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"Die please..."
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