Seasons Greetings!
I hope everyone is enjoying the holidays!
I'm having a blast, but I'm going to try and post some more chapters.
(Sorry for any mistakes by the way.)
I don't own Princess Bride, but I do own Blossom, Nettie, Michael, and Felix.
Chapter 12
At a port in Devons…
Buttercup's point of view
We were finally here. The merchant ship had taken forever to reach land. Westley insisted that I be more patient, but honestly who could be patient at a time like this. According to the man in the bar that dim-witted twin of Mad Max, Crazy Benjy, had my sister. For what reason I still wasn't sure, but I was going to kill him when I got my hands on him.
With the little that we had, Westley and I depart the ship and explored the town. With our map in hand we try to find a path that would lead to the back of the Twisted Gallows.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" My sweet Westley asked me kindly.
"I didn't come all this way for nothing. I'm not leaving until I find Blossom. Besides if we could make it through Fire Swamp we'll make it through just about anything."
"Alright then, just stick close. Things move fast in the marketplace."
That was certainly true. There was a crowd in the market. People were yelling their specialties out in the streets. "Mutton for sale!" "Fresh Oranges!" "Iron kettles!" There was a bakery near by that filled the air with the scent of cinnamon rolls. A few old women sold small bouquets. A small number of children play in the streets.
"We'll need a few things before we go into the forest." Westley shouted in my ear over the noise of the crowd. "I made a list."
The list wasn't that long to my relief. It was mostly food items, some emergency supplies, a blanket or two and horses.
"Where will he get the horses?" I ask, not seeing a stable in the market.
"I think there are a few stables outside the market. It's going to take a lot of bargaining to get at least one horse with the little money we have."
"I still don't understand." I lean in closer to Westley's ear, "You are…" I look around to see if anyone is listening, "You are the Dread Pirate Roberts. You have more gold than any other pirate. Why didn't you bring any of it?"
"Love, we were on a public merchant ship. They search everyone's belongings. If I brought more gold they would have been suspicious."
"Oh."
"I'll be in the trading store over here getting some of the things on this list. It's a bit crowded in there. Why don't you wait out here?" Westley kisses me then his disappears inside.
Some time passes and I grow anxious. I've never the type to sit around waiting for something. Things would have been much faster if had given me half of the list. I decided to find the stables while I waited. I have always loved horses, along with Blossom. Hopefully this country bred their horses well.
Some ways away from the market was a stable. I checked the grounds. Not one person was in sight. I take it upon myself to check out the horses. They were all magnificent. Their manes had been brushed and plaited. Their coats had a shine. They were healthy and strong. In short they were perfect.
"Anything I can do for you?" a voice asks me. I turn around to find an old, greasy, dirty man looking at me. He was much shorter than me and he had a sly grin on his face.
"Actually," I say, "I was just looking at your horses. They are very beautiful."
"Strong, steady, and reliable too Miss. They are the best Devons has to offer."
"I believe it." I say as I stroke the mane of a chestnut Thoroughbred mare.
"Do you see one in particular that catches your eye?" He asks with an evil glint in his own eye.
"I very much like this thoroughbred of yours. How much is she?"
The old man tells me the "reasonable" price. I swallow hard. Westley didn't even bring that much money for the entire trip. I say good-bye to the mare and I tell the man the price range I was looking for. He looks at me in disgust as if to say: "How dare you? Do you really think I'll give you one of my horses for that price?" And though it didn't seem sensible I was really hoping that one of these horse would be around that price. I was wrong.
The man leads the way outside to the back of the stables. Outside, in the hot sun was an old horse. He was white horse covered in mud. He was dangerously thin with flies everywhere. He shared a pen with an old gray donkey that, to my despair, looked close to death. I looked at the two animals and then back to the greasy looking man.
"This is it? These are all you have?" I say in astonishment.
"For the money you are willing to pay? Yes. You should consider yourself lucky, girlie, that I'm selling him at this price."
"This is ridiculous. He is a far worse horse for the price I'm willing to offer. I mean, if I were to mount him now he would probably collapse right from under me."
"Listen, girlie, this is the only horse I am offering at that price. Take it or leave it."
"Fine!" I shout with my nose in the air, "I'll just buy a better horse at another stable." I turn and walk away with my pride high when the man screams after me.
"Good luck with that considering the nearest stable is in Lexington!"
"Lexington?" I search the map for the town. "But that's-" I count the distance. "-eighteen, nineteen, twenty." I whisper to myself. "Twenty miles from here!"
The man laughs at me in my predicament. My blood boils. "Looks like you got no choice dearie. Why don't you stay here and think about it? I'll be right back." He walks away laughing until something gets caught in his throat. To myself I hope that he chokes and dies. I'll repent later.
I take another sad look at my only option. He wouldn't last. One step into the Twisted Gallows and that would be it for him. His life here didn't look like much, but it was better than what I could give him. I could still hear that old geezer calling me girlie over and over again in my head. I never liked it when someone treated me like spoiled princess, though I had been that for a short time. The more I think the hotter I get until…
Without hardly much thought at all I rush back to the mare that I had fallen for from the first moment I had saw her. I grab her reigns and mount myself on top of her. I grab the reigns to her Thoroughbred mate who was in the same pen as her. We gallop away down a few hills back to the market place. I spot my Westley almost instantly. He is carrying three knapsacks filled with supplies. He nearly drops them when he sees the two horses I have gathered in such a short time with no money.
I bring the horses to a halt. He looks them over fairly impressed. "Should I even ask how you paid for these two horses?" He says.
"Well…"
"Let me guess. You took them."
"That ill-mannered man! He was so rude! You should have seen the aged horse he tried to sell me. That horse wouldn't have lasted another minute or my name isn't Buttercup."
"And you gave him what he deserved by stealing two of his best horses?"
"Well…I'm sure if they are his best horses. They were the ones I liked the most."
Westley shook his head. He was trying to think and was trying not to get too frustrated.
"Don't be mad Westley." I say, "Look, you're the one who always telling me to be more adventurous."
"There she is sir! Stop her!" I turn around. That old greasy man had the authorities after me. They were on horses as well and they were coming after us.
Westley shakes his head yet again and sighs. He claims his horse and says, "Honey, life with you is always an adventure."
And with that we are off, galloping away, on the run.
In the Twisted Gallows. At the entrance of the Garden…
Fezzik and been carrying his lifeless friend for who knows how long. Inigo had lost his mind while they were in the weeping weeds. He wouldn't stop screaming, yelling at the top of his lungs. Fezzik knew that Prince Humperdink army wasn't too far behind them. Inigo was going to give them away.
"I'm so sorry." Fezzik said to his friend before he clunked him in his head.
Inigo sank to the floor like a stone. Fezzik picked up his friend and carried him over his shoulder. That's how Inigo was for what felt like forever. The sweet giant started to get a little fearful. What if he had hit his friend too hard on the head? What would he do then? After that Fezzik remembered the Spaniard's stories of how hard headed he had been when he was young. Maybe the Spaniard's hard-headedness would save him from his friend's heavy hands.
Fezzik continued, but rapidly grew rather lonely. Without Inigo to keep him company and rhyme with him everything seemed rather boring. He tried to keep himself amused by rhyming with himself, but it just wasn't the same. He tried humming to himself, but he couldn't hold a tune.
After a lot of walking, Fezzik came to a clearing. It reminded him of a meadow, maybe a garden. It smelled of flowers and many fruits. The scent of tangerines, kiwis, cherry blossoms, and forget-me-nots was in the air. There were a lot of sunshine and little animals everywhere.
The tender soul was stunned and hungry. He could eat just about everything in sight, flowers included. However, Inigo was still in his slumber. He made no signs of waking up any time soon. Fezzik wasn't sure what to do without his friend there for him.
Fezzik sat on the forest floor. No more than five feet ahead of him was the magical garden that seemed to survive in the forest. Fezzik was very confused and scared. "Was this new place safe?" He looked desperately at his friend. Why did he have to hit him so hard? If he had only hit him more gently he might have been up by now.
Fezzik rested with his back against the nearest tree. Hunger was getting the best of him. There was nothing to eat in the forest except some questionable mushrooms that Inigo had already instructed him not to eat. Still hunger pains were beginning to form in his body. There was a bush of fresh looking cranberries that where calling his name. They looked so delicious that he was drooling.
Soon the gentle giant couldn't wait any longer. He shook his friend feverishly to wake him up. "Inigo!," He shouted into his friend's ear, "What do I do now?!"
"First, stop screaming at me." Ingo says grumpily. He slowly starts to rise up. He looked around slowly. "Where are we?" he asks when he finally comes to.
"In the Twisted Gallows."
"That's what I thought. Where are the weeds?"
"Far behind us."
"What about the sun?"
"Gone too."
"That figures." The Spaniard stands to his feet and does a little stretch. "I'm glad that all that is over. Aren't you? I told you that it wouldn't be as bad as you thought."
Fezzik saw no purpose to argue. "No. I guess you were right Inigo. It could have been worse. But…"
Fezzik continues to talk. Inigo zones out. Inigo loves his friend, but he's attention span was very short. He soon notices the garden only five feet away from him and his pal. "Fezzik," He says in surprise, "Why didn't you take us outside this dull forest and into this field or whatever it is?"
"I was waiting for you to wake up so I could know what to do." Fezzik says, "You know that I don't like making big decisions by myself."
"True. True. Well I am awake now and I say we start traveling though this garden." Inigo was about to lead the way when he notices that his friend is drooling at something. "What is it Fezzik?"
Fezzik was still enchanted by the cranberries. Inigo picked up on this.
"You are quite right pal of mine." He says, "It has been a while since we had something to eat." Inigo picks off a handful of the berries for his friend who quickly swallows them with one gulp. "Hungry Fezzik?"
"Very." The giant answered. He jumped up from his spot on the forest floor. He began to devour every cranberry in sight.
Inigo laughs at his buddy and joins in with him.
Plenty of mouthfuls later Inigo thinks he hears something. "Fezzik, stop your eating for a second there."
Fezzik swallows his last handful of cranberries. "What is it Inigo?"
"Ssh. Just listen."
Just in the distance there was a noise, behind them in the Twisted Gallows. It was loud and Inigo didn't like the sound of it.
"Maybe it's just wild animals." Fezzik said, trying to be helpful.
"There are no animals in this forest." Inigo reminds his friend. He listens more carefully. It certainly sounded like an animal's wild cries. He could hear the feet of the animals as well. It was definitely more than one, a herd of something probably. Whatever it was was rapidly approaching them.
"Duck down!" Inigo shouts to his friend.
Fezzik moves from the cranberry bush. He hides behind one of the huge, gloomy trees in the Twisted Gallows. Inigo hides behind another tree. As the thunder like noise continues to grow, Inigo peeks from behind his tree.
The noise became clear. It was the sound of feet, but not of any animal, but of humans. It was humans blaring their battle cries. It was an army, Florin's army.
"It's Florin!" Inigo calls to the giant. "Stay down!"
Fezzik heeds his word and remains as still as possible.
The army of men come running by and pass the duo. "Either they were crazed or pure idiots." Inigo concluded to himself. He figured it was a bit of both. They had pasted by these criminals without much of a glance.
"That was close." Fezzik said with a sigh.
"No, no, no." Inigo says holds his head in disbelief. "This isn't good Fezzik. This isn't good at all."
"What are you talking about, Inigo? They are gone. We are safe."
"Look!" Inigo points in frustration.
Fezzik follows the finger of Inigo to a gigantic tree in the field ahead of them. Sitting atop of one of the extremely high branches was a girl with bright red hair.
"I bet that's the princess!" Inigo says, ready to kick himself. "That's why they were running."
"What are we going to do now?" Fezzik cries. "They are ahead of us."
"There is only one thing we can do!" Inigo says.
And with that he is off. Fezzik runs after him, trying his best to keep up.
Running in the Garden…
The men were exhausted. They had been in those weeds for far too long. And without their horses, thanks to the brilliant idea of the butler, it had taken them twice as long as expected. Now they were finally out. A few of them had gone mad, but were slowly recovering. Many of them, however, were struck by hunger. They would have given up already if it wasn't for their newt captain. Captain Yellin proved to be a fearless leader even in his current newt situation.
Prince Humperdink on the other hand was another story. He had laughed, cried, grew angry, and cried some more. None of his men could deal with him anymore and were one thin thread from abandoning him. Yellin was the one who suggested that they didn't. Humperdink was then left with his right hand butler. The butler didn't know what to do and ended up crying himself. It was quite a sorry sight indeed.
With crafty skills that only militant men like those in Florin's army would know, a few soldiers managed to climb the tall gloomy trees of the Gallows. They wanted to spot out what laid ahead of them. They needed the rest as well especially as the Prince and his butler slowed the team by crying the whole way. One of the men in the trees spotted a figure, a girl. She wasn't the princess, but she fit the description Yellin made of the young woman who was running with the princess at Crazy Benjy's house.
"The Princess can't be too far of." Yellin said with encouragement.
"Sir," said one of the faithful soldiers, "We are so very tired. We've been at this for so long. We have lost many of our men. A few have even gone mad. Plus we are hungry. It's just so much that we are doing for this mission. Our lives- our lives are on the line for him!" The young man points to Prince Humperdink who was hugging his butler frantically, crying like a baby. "Forgive me Yellin, but I want to go back. It's a miracle we aren't all dead yet."
The rest of the company cheers in harmony.
"Men! Men!" the newt tried to yell. "Listen to me. Just a few paces up is what we have been looking for all this time. We are this close to completing the mission and the lot of you wants to give up? I don't think I've ever heard of anything so pathetic."
"We are tired!" shouted one of the men from the crowd.
"I know. Just think of it this way. The sooner we catch her the sooner you can rest your bones."
"The Prince should behead her after this is all over." One of the men mumbled under his breath.
"Knowing the Prince he probably will, but we'll leave that up to him. Now let's catch a princess. Who's with me?!"
Everyone was with Yellin due to their loyalty to their Captain. With one swift word they are off and marching.
Yellin and the soldier who was "escorting" him are out front leading the troop. Next were the mad soldiers, who somehow managed come out front. They were screaming on the top of their lungs making war noises and battle cries. Next were the sane but hungry soldiers. Forming the caboose was the scribe, Prince Humperdink and the butler. Than band started walking, but than the crazed soldiers picked up the pace. They were running and everyone was trying to keep up.
The formation was soon lost and now everyone is running wild.
"Formation men!" exclaimed Yellin, "Keep the formation!"
No one was listening to him.
"You smell that?" asks one young soldier to an older one.
"No. I don't think so. What do you smell?"
"Grapes and figs. Don't you smell it?"
The older soldier looks bewildered, "No. Are you sure?"
"I smell something to." Another soldier says, "But it smells like plums."
The air all around them suddenly lift up. The atmosphere has the aroma of a combination of many things including apricots and grapefruits. There was a small whiff of cantaloupe. And there was a hint of pears. It didn't seem possible! But it was! Food! Food in the Twisted Gallows!
Captain Yellin loses all hope of gaining order from his army. Even the men that weren't mad were acting demented. Hunger took over all their other senses. Everyone is at full speed. Yellin runs along with his soldier as fast as he can. No one knows where Prince Humperdink is and no one cares.
"I can just taste that watermelon now!" One of the soldiers yells to the other.
"Come on then before somebody else gets to the patch first!"
"Wait!" Yellin calls, "Don't forget the Princess! We need to catch her!"
But she is completely out of their thoughts.
The men are coming out of the Twisted Gallows fast. The sunshine is warming their faces. They can hear birds again. The air is cleaner. Nothing can stop them now. One of the men screams wildly and the others follow his example. The more they run the more they sound like a herd of animals.
The troop soon comes to the beginning of the garden. They run so fast they don't even notice two dark figures lurking in the shadows. Yellin swore he saw something but there is not time to investigate. They were now in the garden. The attention of the soldiers had been adverted. They saw all the food and couldn't think of anything else.
"No! No! NO!" Yellin yells. He was on the verge of tears himself. "The Princess! Princess Blossom! We have to get her before she runs away again!"
Not one person cares. They are too busy stuffing their faces.
"What now?" the soldier who had been escorting the newt asks his Captain.
"I have no idea."
Around this time Prince Humperdink snaps out of whatever hysterical state of mind he had been in. He hears the pleads of Yellin. Upon hearing that the princess was just ahead he wipes away any traces of his tears. He finds a rock to stand on and demands for the attention of his men. They grumble when they see that he is back in his right mind set. He was still his old stupid self.
"What's going on here?" He demanded, "Princess Blossom is in sight and you are stopping for a food break!"
"Why don't you shout up?!" Shouts one of the soldiers. Everyone else chuckles.
Prince Humperdink turns red in the face. No one ever laughed at him. Never (or at least not to his face). "No matter where we are I am still the Prince here! Do you understand me? I could behead all of you with one swift move of my pinky finger! My pinky toe even!"
"Whatever." A young soldier mumbles as he rolls his eyes. There is more snickering and everyone continues to eat.
"Get the Princess now!!!" Humperdink says as he pouts like a little girl. There wasn't anything else he could do really. If his army wouldn't listen, they just wouldn't listen. The last thing he wanted was an uprising
"Just do it fellas." Yellin begs. He was tired. He needed to get out of this forest and back to Crazy Benjy so he can get back to his old self, "Please."
Only half of the soldiers listen to their captain. The rest of them continue eating. These few good men run towards the tree to retrieve the princess and hopefully get back in time for lunch.
"Here." said the man carrying Captain Yellin. He places the newt on a nearby rock. "You'll be safer here sir. I might drop you out there." And with that quick word the man is of running with the other men who had volunteered.
"No!" Yellin screamed. "Don't leave me here! Come back you fool!"
But the lad was too far to hear the little newt's voice. Sadly, no one else was paying him any attention. Humperdink was still shouting at the rest of the men. They continued to ignore him. Even when a snake slithers up the rock with his tongue sticking out, no one notices the poor newt. The snake was hungry and Yellin was a free meal.
The chaos went on as members of the Florin army run towards the girl in the tree.
Under the Tree of Lights…
"Nettie!" Michael yells one more time, "What can you see from up there!"
Nettie is in shock. She doesn't move. Michael doesn't waste another minute. He climbs up the tree quickly. He gets on a higher branch than Nettie to get a better view.
"What? What is it?" I cry, "Is it the biting bunnies again?"
"It's the Florin Army!" Michael shouts. And with that he gets Nettie and they both jump down from the tree.
Those two words sent terror through my veins. The Florin Army was here, in the garden. They had caught up with us. "No." I say to myself, "Not Humperdink, not now." But I can see rustling in the trees and the bushes. They were here. Suddenly I hate myself. Why had I asked for another day in the garden? Why?
There was no time for any regrets just yet. The three of us run out of panic. Michael and I gather what supplies we can. Nettie catches Felix and puts him safely in her knapsack.
"Where's the sword?" I asked Michael in a rush as I try to collect all the food we had packed.
Michael does a double take. No it wasn't strapped to his side. Without one word he is off towards the east part of the garden. "Michael!" I shout, "Get back here! It doesn't matter because we won't need it!" Michael pays me no mind. He runs like a stallion in the wrong direction to retrieve the sword.
"Don't worry." Nettie says. The words are rushing out of her mouth so fast that I can barely understand her. "He's fast. He'll be back in no time. Now stop staring and get everything you can!"
I come around quick and I pack like I never have before. Nettie is whirling circles around me, making me wander if the pup fox on her back was alright. I try my best to keep up, but I'm getting dizzier by the second.
Michael is calling to us from a distance. But I don't understand. "What did you say?!" I scream back. He repeats himself but I still don't understand.
"He said RUN!" Nettie says. She takes hold of my hand and drags me along.
Soon Nettie lets go of my hand, leading the way. It's wasn't until then that I realized how much the poison had really affected me. Not only was my right ankle swollen beyond belief but I was running slower than I ever had. Nettie was so far ahead of me that there was no hope in catching up. She disappears in the forest and I fall to my knees trying to catch my breath.
"NO!" Michael yells at me in a strong and firm voice. "Get up Blossom!"
I want to cry "No!", but Michael sweeps me back on my feet before I can get the words out. He takes the bag from my shoulder; he grabs my arm tightly, and forces me along. I don't think I have ever seen him so aggressive.
I can't breathe. I try to wiggle my hand out of his grip. If only I could stop for a second and catch my breath, then maybe I could continue on. Michael's grip grew stronger as I tried to squirm away.
"No stopping, Blossom!" He shouts over his shoulder in a rough voice as he runs.
"I'm tired." I say in a low voice as I try to gasp for air.
"You either run with me or drag along the ground with me, but there is no stopping!"
In amazement of his tone I run along, but I'm obviously slowing him down. I look behind be and I see a few of them. I can just make out their tall shaped bodies coming over the horizon and straight towards me. They didn't look like they were trying to save me or bring me out. They looked as if they wanted to kill me. Their eyes are fuming and I'm terrified.
"Princess, please!" Michael begs me.
I put everything I have left into my legs. I manage to pick up some speed and instead of being behind Michael I'm by his side. This didn't last for long. He kicks it up a notch and I'm trailing behind him again.
The Twisted Gallows forest is quickly approaching. Before long we are out the sunshine and back into the damp air. It was like returning to a nightmare. It was dark and it was hard to see even Michael who was barely ahead of me. It was even harder to see if the army had entered the forest yet.
"Nettie!" Michael calls, "Nettie! Where did you go?"
"I'm over here!" Nettie's voice answers with no sign of her visible.
"We don't see you! Where are you?" Michael screams.
"Keep running straight!"
Michael and I pick up our heels the best we can. Our shoes stick in the muck making an oddly familiar sound.
Squish, Squash, Squish, and Squash!However, now the sound is at a much faster pace. It almost matches the beat of my heart.
Something grabs my other hand and I almost a have a heart attack.
"It's… only… me…" Nettie says, she can barely breathe herself. Nettie matches the speed of Michael and now the both of them are pulling me. We are going so fast that it was almost as if I am almost flying off the forest floor.
Then the time came of pure exhaustion. We stop trying to catch our breaths. We couldn't keep running forever. We weren't machines. You can hear our deep breaths from miles away. And if we stop for just a second I can hear feet. The army was still running. They have more endurance than we do.
I'm so weak that I can barely stand. I lean against Michael. He holds me up as we stand still like dummies, frantically trying to think of something to do. We needed a plan.
"It's…so…dark." I say between huffs for oxygen, "Maybe…they…won't…see…us."
"That- that could work?" Michael said.
"What could work?" Nettie asks in confusion.
"Her plan."
Michael doesn't take the time to explain what he meant. He takes my arm and drags me off the straight path that we had been following this entire time. We go to the left suddenly where there was no path. We head into the tall trees, prowling shadows, and who knew what else.
"Shouldn't we stay on the path?" Nettie asks as if she was reading my mind. "What if we get lost?"
"At this point, Nettie, getting lost is a better option than getting caught. Don't think about it for now, just run!"
We follow the command.
We come to a stop when we think it is safe enough. We crouch down low, behind some trees and what could have been bushes. We don't see anything for awhile. Only a minute later I hear one soldier call for another one. They were on the path, but still too close for comfort. They start to split up and one of the men was coming our way.
My breathing becomes louder and I can't help myself.
"Calm down Blossom." Michael tells me.
But how can I when the soldier was coming straight towards us? Just thinking about it made me even more scared. And I know the man can hear me know, because he is starting to look in our direction more intensely.
Michael pulls my head into his chest from where he was sitting. He was squeezing me tight, with one of his hands pushing my head into his chest. I didn't know if he was trying to comfort me or quiet my breaths. Either way it didn't matter to me. I squeeze him back. I felt so much safer here in his arms. Michael's chin rests on the top of my head and I'm starting to feel a little better.
I can't see what's happening. I do hear the footsteps. The soldier was stepping on every twig and fallen leaf. With every step I can hear another crunch.
No. I won't do this to myself. I try to think if something else, anything else. I concentrate on cute little Felix, chocolate truffles, and even my last birthday, but I can still hear the footsteps. Yet, it sounded a little different. They were changing. They sounded further away. I push my head away from Michael's grasps for a quick peek. My suspicions were right. The soldier was backing away.
Michael pushes my head back down that's how I was for the longest. When he finally did lift his hand from my head the soldier was almost out of sight. "Were they giving up?" I thought.
Michael moves his head so he could get a better view. The soldiers soon disappeared and we had no idea where they were. Michael get's up but he is still crouching low. "Stay." He whispers more for me than Nettie. He sneaks forward slowly in the dark.
I feel my body relax some. "Hopefully they retreated." I thought to myself. Michael continues to ease forward like a hunter. He looks back and motions to Nettie. Nettie gets up and heads in his direction.
"Stay put." She tells me.
It wasn't long before they seemed to be so far away from me. I could just make out their figures. "Be careful." I whisper to myself.
A hand comes from behind me and wraps around my mouth. There is another strong arm around my waste. The grasps are hard and I can't set myself free. There is an odd smell too, of dirt and grim. I can't see his face, but his voice whispers in my ear, "You're the one who should be careful."
I try to scream, but the sound is muffled.
"Do that again," The man threatens as he pulls a blade to my neck, "Just one more time I'll slit your throat."
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