Sabrina's POV“Kill him! Kill him and it’ll all be over.”Amaria’s voice grated through the air, sharp and mocking, the kind of voice that pierced bone. She laughed after, a shrill, hysterical laugh that scraped along the walls of my skull.I saw myself sitting in the corner, knees drawn close, arms limp at my sides. My eyes were hollow, unfocused, as though someone had reached into my chest and stolen all the pieces that made me human. I wanted to move. I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip myself free from whatever invisible hands bound me. But my body didn’t answer.Amaria walked toward me with deliberate, unhurried steps, her black dress dragging lightly against the ground. Her smile was cruel, her eyes feverish with triumph. In her hand, she held a knife, its hilt glittering with a purple rhinestone that seemed to pulse with dark energy. She extended it toward me, and my hand rose—slow, mechanical, as if pulled by unseen strings.“No! Don’t take it! Don’t take it!” I shrieked, tear
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