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Maria POV The cold bite of the knife against my throat sent my mind into chaos. My breath hitched, my body frozen against the wall. The target—no, the man—gripped me with ease, his fingers pressing into my wrist, his weight pinning me down like I was nothing. “You’re just a girl,” he murmured, his voice calm, almost pitying. “They sent a lamb to s*******r, didn’t they?” A flicker of rage burned beneath my terror. I wasn’t a lamb. I wasn’t weak. My eyes darted to the gun on the floor, just out of reach. If I moved too fast, he’d slit my throat. If I hesitated… he’d still slit my throat. Think. Think. Think. His grip shifted slightly as he adjusted the knife, just enough for me to act. I let my body go limp, collapsing in his hold like a puppet with its strings cut. The sudden dead
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