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Stacy, seeing the cultist, made a desperate lunge for the fallen guard's
gun, but wasn't fast enough. The man grabbed her roughly and threw her
against the wall, kicking the guard's gun away. Stacy had the wind
knocked out of her, and when she opened her eyes found herself held at
knifepoint.
"Hm, so you were the one who interrupted us earlier?" Stacy nodded, trembling. "That was a mistake. The ritual calls for the blood of a young maiden. Since we can't seem to recapture the other one, you'll have to do." Stacy's mind raced. She needed to escape somehow, but that didn't seem to be an option with a knife at her throat. The man was at least 6'3", 300 lbs. Even if he let his guard down, she doubted she could take him down physically, unarmed and attired as she was. She could play along for now, and attempt to escape during whatever ceremony they intend to perform. But there would be more cultists there, and they would probably be paying more attention, especailly if Lee was still out there somewhere. Maybe she could somehow fool or trick the man into letting her go. He was quite imposing physically, but didn't seem too bright.
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