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Her screams echoed through the trees; they were loud, piercing, and desperate. The wound on her side was bad, and she felt her knees slowly giving way beneath her. Please stop! Please don't hurt me anymore, she cried out. But he didn't acknowledge her plea. He quickly was within arm's reach and placed a hand on her neck, forcing her back towards him.
She cried out once again as a sharp pain ran alongside her ribs from the wound she received courtesy of the knife he possessed. Anger engulfed his face, and she could see she was no longer dealing with the man she had been married to for the past three years. As she gazed into his eyes searching for her husband he wrapped his fingers around her throat and threw her to the ground. "You bitch, you're gonna pay! You dumb bitch." His face grew beat red and he raised the knife over his head, and thwarted it down toward her midsection. She tried desperately to hold his hands from coming down, but she was too weak and defeated from her blood loss. Instantly she felt cold sensation run through her body as the blade entered below her breast, piercing her lung.

Her cries were no longer full words; they were mere attempts at taking in air. He gazed down at her, still with no sign of remorse; the hand with the knife was raised once again.
Jason Wylkes woke up in a deep sweat; once again he had the nightmare. It seemed so real, and lately he'd been having it two to three times a week. The same nightmare; each time replaying inside of his head, always ending the same way: with the knife held above his head and that horrid look on her face. In the total time he'd been having the recurring dream, he'd yet to bring the knife down and kill her. But he did kill her; he'd brought the knife down several times more, slicing her throat and stabbing her heart.
He gazed hard at the clock; it read 3:17. This was the fourth time this week he'd awoken in the middle of the night, and the times were eerily consistent. While debating on whether or not to get out of bed, he took a glance beside him to see if he woke up Cynthia. She lay beside him breathing through her nose, off in her own dream world; a dream world which probably wasn't filled with the same recurring nightmare. It was clear to Jason sleep wasn't going to come easy, so he figured he might as well hit the john and grab a smoke.
After taking care of business in the bathroom, he tiptoed his way across the bedroom floor nimbly to avoid waking his fianc. He was successful in doing

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