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Chapter 5 by TheProletariat TheProletariat

Who shall taste blood, of thine or mine?

Thine.

"Esteban! Please! Help me!" Sophia screams as the marauder gets ever closer, his hungry eyes leering at her exposed body.

Quickly you cut down the two attacking you only to have another engagement commence. You receive a dirty blow to the abdomen, when a shrill scream is heard. Sophia's voice softly says, "Esteban," as the marauder pulls his blade to her throat, then he looks to you. Before you can surrender or strengthen your resolve, a mace strikes you out cold.

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