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She laughed
A harsh sound
Piercing the icy air

Cruelly
She stared
Deep into my soul

‘So my pretty
Will you be
The last one standing’?

Nausea, bile, fear
I felt my knees quake
My heart pounding

© Whimsical Writer 2023

Prompt Words: Last one standing