As the knife stabbed into my chest for the third time, I made eye contact with my killer and realisation began to grow in his eyes.

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Now they would never find the children.

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Original author: QuackedEarth

As the knife stabbed into my chest for the third time, I made eye contact with my killer and realisation began to grow in his eyes. | Spyke