Preface - At Knifepoint

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"So that's why you're here, huh?"

I stood slowly. My legs were shaking so hard that I almost fell back down. I spoke, trying to sound severe, but the words came out in a trembling squeak. "Why'd you do it?"

He walked towards me with the knife at a painfully slow pace. "I'm sure you'd love to hear the answer to that question..."

He continued stepping forward. I took a step backward and stumbled against the couch.

"...but unfortunately, you've become part of the problem."

I had made the mistake of blinking, and suddenly he had crossed the room and grabbed me by my shirt collar. He slammed me against the wall so hard it knocked the wind out of my lungs. I felt like I was going to puke. I felt the sharp, cold edge of the knife pressing against my larynx. My heart began to beat even faster, making my nausea worse.

My eyes were wide in fear, and as I stared into his cold pupils, I saw no remorse for what he was about to do.

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