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-NIA’S POV-
Letting out disgruntled puffs of breath, the barbaric rogue crouched beside Mom’s inactive, slender body. I struggled to throttle the echoes of my darkest fears.
My wrestling against Layton’s grasp. I wanted to stop Gossart, but Layton gripped my throat, squeezing the air out of me. Gasping for breath, I clutched at his hands, digging my nails into his skin and tearing his flesh. It was useless.
Gossart picked up my Mom. When the monster stood, his bumpy eyebrows rose slightly at the sight of me. He traipsed towards me. Coming to a stop, he gurgled his throat and spat slimy saliva on my forehead.
Layton chortled.
My red-rimmed eyes jittered restlessly and watched the horrid scene even though they were getting blurry. I coughed and wheezed, feeling less and less air. My
