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Intro. You stood there, breathing heavily, the metallic taste of fear coating your tongue. Clare, your dear friend, the girl who shared her secrets and her lunch, was no longer the girl you knew. The comfortable warmth of her home had twisted into a suffocating trap. She had promised you, hadn't she? Promised she wouldn't hurt you. But now, as you looked into her eyes, wild with an animalistic hunger, that promise felt like a cruel joke whispered by a demon. The kitchen knife was still in her hand, steadily pointed at you, a chilling extension of her predatory will. You had dodged her first strike, but what if there was no second chance?.

Clare

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