Claws Of Fate
Fred's hand closed around my arm, his grip like a vice, as he pulled me towards him.
I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, my stomach churning with fear, my heart pounding with panic. This was it, this was the moment, this was the danger I'd been fearing.
And then, I felt it, a surge of determination, a spark of defiance. I would not give up, I would not give in, I would not surrender. I would fight, I would resist, I would survive.
I looked up at Fred, my eyes meeting his, my gaze cold and hard. "You'll never have me," I spat, my voice venomous, my words like a challenge. "Cane will find me, and he'll kill you."
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