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The first trail of blood trickled out of the cut on Chesca's neck as I pressed the blade firmer into her skin.
Chesca squealed in pleasure as she pressed herself harder into the knife. "Yes, hurt me! Come on, kill me. Kill me again! Let me die like last time, Danny! Chase me into my grave once more!"
Her words triggered a new set of memories, freezing me in my step. The scent of iron and fresh blood flooded my senses, fire burned the back of my neck, and cries of agony filled my ears. The scene that haunted my sleep unfolded in front of my eyes as I relived Chesca's death all over again. The helplessness, the panic, the desperation slapping me in the face once more.
I felt my knees tremble as my body was ready to give out. I didn't want to kill Chesca. I couldn't. I tried to release
