[He's in its grasp now. He can feel it -- feel it -- digging a blade into his shoulder. His back feels like it's on fire, and when he screams this time, his voice cracks, letting out only a terrified, near-silent scream.]
[He can't even move, his body stone-still in her arms as though he'd gone catatonic. But tears are still making their way down his face.]
I-It hurts... please, I-I don't want... I don't want to die...
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[He can't even move, his body stone-still in her arms as though he'd gone catatonic. But tears are still making their way down his face.]
I-It hurts... please, I-I don't want... I don't want to die...