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Joleen glared up at the men. She looked between the two of them. She was memorizing the face of the one without a mask. He was tall with dark hair, cut short and close to the neck. He had blue eyes, that were as cold as their color. But the thing that sent chills down her spine, was the massive knife, he just unsecured from his belt. He never took his eyes off of her. Joleen gulped hard, to which he smirked. He started to walk over to her, she began to panic. At her struggling, he chuckled wickedly. " Now I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Be warned, if you lie...you'll lose one of the body parts, that you have two of. Like eyes, ears, well use your imagination." He finished quietly.
 

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