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[She’s not a proud person, really. Even here, she hasn’t been hesitant to say what she wants or needs, and vulnerability is an easy state for her to slip into when she’s emotional and unsure. And now, she’s terrified, grasping at the hand that holds her throat as soon as he catches up with her. Maybe that’s why the begging starts immediately, as tears keep leaking out. She kicks out at him and tries to scratch at his hand as she starts.]

Please! Please, I swear I’ll leave and I won’t tell anybody what I saw, okay?! Just don’t hurt me, I don’t want to—

[She’s interrupted as his blade slides into her chest. She screams again, pained and desperate.]