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Jessica stared at the knife in her hand and the one in Chris' hand. Frightened out of her wits. Droplets of sweat trickled down the side of her face and her forehead.

She wanted to open her mouth to speak, to tell him she would actually do it. Maybe then he would have been frightened. But fear's grip around her throat made it impossible for her to speak even a single word.

"Chris!" Michael exclaimed. "J*sus! Put the god ...