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Mistral
"G...get me out... of here." ~ She mumbled, though the torrent of activity in her heart had subsided by quite a fair bit ~ How strange it is, this feeling, of complete helplessness. ~ Her eyes went to those of her "saviour", who now seemed possessed by some thought - probably of evil intent ~ Here I am, watching him, likely to be killed by him... but then, what does it matter? ~ It was ludicrous, but she actually felt herself giving a faint smile! ~ Either of the one million ways possible, I could die in here... from any of them. ~ Eyes closing, she willed herself to relax further ~ "Kill me if you must, but be quick about it."
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