Zoey tried to scream, to kick, to run, to hide but the blade's cold kiss on the skin of her neck froze her in her tracks, the blade dug through the skin lightly droplets of bl00d dribbling down her skin in a crimson tear.

Then the clatter of metal to the ice cold floor, the blade now out of the grip of the man's rough knuckles, Zoey ducked swiftly.

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