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Lily

He was standing right over me with a knife in his hand, and he was menacingly looming over me as he did so.

He was putting his finger on the trigger of the firearm, and he was pointing it squarely at my neck.

I abruptly took a breath in, and my chest quickly tightened in response to the movement.

He said quietly, "are you awake, honey? Are you okay? Are you able to understand what it is that I am attempting to convey to you?"

In an effort to completely wake up, I coerced myself to open my eyes many times during the morning.

I carefully raised myself to a sitting position and stared at him in a manner that conveyed my curiosity.

At this point, he was not only sweating heavily but also breathing very quickly and deeply. He appeared to be in extreme distress.

"What are you doing with that knife?" "What are you doing with that knife?" "What are you doing with that knife?" "Why are you holding a knife?" I questioned while also experiencing a feeling of bewilderment.

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