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Cotillion
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"Your brother?" Don asked. He wasn't sure what to think of that, the girl clearly looked like she had been attacked, marks of dried blood visible on her wrist and neck. Was it her brother that had kidnapped her?
"Look, I'm a cop. I can protect you from whoever did that to you, I just need you to trust me and come with me." Those were the last words he managed to get out before a strong hand reached around from behind him, cutting off his air supply. Don tried to turn his gun on the attacker, but it was swatted out of his hand. He didn't know that the gun would have been completely useless against his attacker. He struggled, both his hands clasping at the arm that was wrapped around his throat, his feet lifting off the ground, kicking behind him, trying to at least hurt the man behind him enough to let go. The struggles were in vain, as Don breathed his last breath. Brian dropped him to the floor, wondering if he should feast on the corpse.
"Look, I'm a cop. I can protect you from whoever did that to you, I just need you to trust me and come with me." Those were the last words he managed to get out before a strong hand reached around from behind him, cutting off his air supply. Don tried to turn his gun on the attacker, but it was swatted out of his hand. He didn't know that the gun would have been completely useless against his attacker. He struggled, both his hands clasping at the arm that was wrapped around his throat, his feet lifting off the ground, kicking behind him, trying to at least hurt the man behind him enough to let go. The struggles were in vain, as Don breathed his last breath. Brian dropped him to the floor, wondering if he should feast on the corpse.