Prologue

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As I stare into her blue, evilly glinted eyes, I am reminded of drowning. I feel a burning sensation that pervades my lungs—the out-of-body experience. I am trying to help myself but to no avail. Trapped. Except this time, I am not held captive to an ice-cold grave. Now, I am trapped by a pair of cold, thin hands.

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