Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Hardly ever would you find yourself to be so idiotic that you walked home late at night but here you were, walking quickly through the dark streets with determination to quickly get home.
Despite your quick pace and determined gait you found yourself jumped by what you assumed to be a robber. You were quickly proven wrong as something pricked you in your neck, more painful then you’d think.
A pair of slim hands gripped your arms tightly to stop you from hitting as they dragged you..