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@@@@@Muscles like that are the product of hard
@@@@@Muscles like that are the product of hard living or obsession, and
the parasites have neither
He doesn't even suck in a breath at my blowDesperate, I jab my heel into his instepThis
catches him off guard, and he wobblesI wrench away, but he grabs hold of my bag, yanking me
back into his bodyHis hand clamps down on my throat again
“Feisty for a peace-loving body snatcher, aren't you?”
His words are nonsensicalI thought the aliens were all the sameI guess they have their nut
jobs, too, after all
I twist and claw, trying to break his holdMy nails catch his arm, but this just makes him
tighten his hold on my throat
“Iwill kill you, you worthless body thief
“Do it, then!”
Suddenly he gasps, and I wonder if any of my flailing limbs have made contactI don't feel any
new bruises
He lets go of my arm and grabs my hairHe's going to cut my throatI brace for
the slice of the knife
But the hand on my throat eases up, and then his fingers are fumbling on the back of my neck,
rough and warm on my skin
“Impossible,” he breathes
Something hits the floor with a thudHe's dropped the knife? I try to think of a way to get itThe hand on my neck isn't tight enough to keep me from yanking freeI think I
heard where the blade landed
He spins me around suddenlyThere is a click, and light blinds my left e |