Okay. Okay, I will. Just—you don't need to threaten me.
[Her eyes dart between the guard, and the knife and pistol. She knows she can't fight back, and she doesn't want to die. Not here, not like this. She wants so much more than this. And she knows that if something happened here, given the situation, she'd have no guarantee she'd get the help she needed.
It doesn't take long for her to make her decision, and with shaky hands she starts to pull off her sweater.
But she's moving slowly, her hands shaking and struggling with the task at hand due to the sheer amount of fear coursing through her veins.]
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[Her eyes dart between the guard, and the knife and pistol. She knows she can't fight back, and she doesn't want to die. Not here, not like this. She wants so much more than this. And she knows that if something happened here, given the situation, she'd have no guarantee she'd get the help she needed.
It doesn't take long for her to make her decision, and with shaky hands she starts to pull off her sweater.
But she's moving slowly, her hands shaking and struggling with the task at hand due to the sheer amount of fear coursing through her veins.]