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handle jiggle

damp cleaning rag slipped from her grasp,

protest. Her sharp eyes scanned the dim living room, cu

urse onto the sofa. The heavy metal clasp snapped l

umping hard against her ribs. She recognized the hostile, trium

d out a crumpled legal document and waved it agg

sweat broke out across the back of her neck. She recognized the bol

ed with a fake, theatrical sympathy that made bile rise in Clar

. "No," she whispered. Her hands trembled viol

t last second. The sharp edge of the thick

ck and sucked on her bleeding finger. The warm, metallic taste of blood coa

ooden porch outside. The old floorboards g

frame blocked out the afternoon sun, casting a

he rough fabric of the backrest, using the flimsy furni

the carpet. The glowing orange ember immediately began burning a small, blac

neakers desperately against the rug, crushin

ed Clara by the shoulder. His thick, calloused

tried to twist her body away from his suffocating grip, but

r close, his face just inches from hers. He exhaled

, his voice a low, gravelly threat. "You marry the ex-con at the

ng town rumors flooded her mind. Everyone knew about the reclusive bachelor.

critically praising the arrangement. "It is a blessing, Cl

her veins suddenly morphed into a surge of hot, d

al. Her voice cracked, but she forced the words out.

e thick muscles in his jaw twitched

e dialed the local police precinct, a smug, threatening gri

air, reaching desperately for the phone. He

force caused Clara to lose her balance completely. Her feet tangle

ick hardback spine struck her shoulder painfully,

ve out. Hot tears finally spilled over her eyelashes, bu