...Michelle's heart was beating fast as the pictures of her nightmare became so vivid before her eyes, she knew they were telling her what would happen next, she turned over to Pedro but all that remained of him was his blood drained body, she pulled the rod out and threw it as far as her strength permitted, she dropped Pedro on the floor and cursed under her breathe as she sat on the floor with her head in her palm, her hair was scattered and dirty...
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