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The room is filled with a malodorous sense, Julia crouched in the shadow, her body is aching and her brain is scrambling. She starts to scratch the back of the head as it started to feel plastered against her scalp. What will happen to me now? Will my life end here? What have you got yourself into Julia? Suddenly all these questions are slamming back and forth inside her head. The night passed by slower than usual, Julia were feeling atrocious.
Headspin

His hands were grasping at her throat, leaving Julia without air
She feels life is slipping away
She was screaming silently, gasping for breath.
She gulped and gasped for breath

the alarm come off, Julia is more nervous than ever, suddenly, The door swung open. Julia me when I see the

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