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Chapter 7
*You are now Natara Williams*
It's been two days since that little episode I went through. I knew Mal felt bad, and I knew there was only one way to fix this.
I pulled my car out in front of the torture house. It was still taped off with police tape, to warn people to stay out. Well, I was about to ignore that warning.
I hopped out of my car and walked into the building. Upon reaching the first door in the structure, I already felt nauseous. However, I continued on, and kept on walking until I found the door that was taped off. By now, I felt like I was legit going to vomit everywhere. Ignoring my body's warning, I ducked under the caution tape, as confidently as I could manage.
And I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the dried pools of blood. Did I really bleed out that much? Is that… is that even physically possible? My knees instantly felt weak, and I collapsed onto the floor on my hands and knees, my head bowed trying to suppress the sickness I felt.
This was a mistake. I felt the noose come back around my neck. I was choking.
I shouldn't have come back. Miller's harsh voice came back into the room.
"You will not win, Agent Williams." He sneered. The noose was getting tighter. I couldn't breathe. I won't let this happen again though. I refuse to. This time, I will defeat my demon and I will NOT lose. The room was spinning around me. I felt sick to my stomach, but I will NOT LOSE. Over and over again, I heard Miller's voice.
"You will not win. You will not win. You will not win."
"You will not win." I heard the words flow out of my mouth, barely a whisper.
Feeling stronger, I say it again. "You will not win!" I exclaim, at a louder tone than before. Slowly, I rose to my feet, gaining my bearings once more before heading for the door. As I was about to leave, I turned around one last time, and stated with confidence, "You did NOT win! I did." With that, I turned on my heel, and strode out of that dark building, never to look back again.