"Bring him up so I can get a good aim." The sword wielding thief orders. The one restraining you then grabs your arms and pulls you backwards, forcing you to stand up. You continue to struggle, but get nowhere. The thief then takes a swing at you with his sword. As you feel the cold blade pass through your neck, everything started to spin, or rather, you were the one spinning. Your head went flying through the air before landing on some grass. The thief with the sword walks up to your head and picks you up by the hair.
"Not so smart now, are you?" He yells at you, proudly. They both started laughing.
You fear what they might do to you. Even though you could still control your body, you were completely helpless.
"Time to go." One of them said. As they started walking back to their van they...
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