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           Ididn’tseeifheusedhishandorhisfoot,itwastoofast.Acrushingblowstruckmychest-Ifeltmyselfflyingbackward,andthenheardthecrunchasmyheadbashedintothemirrors.Theglassbuckled,someofthepiecesshatteringandsplinteringonthefloorbesideme.

           Iwastoostunnedtofeelthepain.Icouldn’tbreatheyet.

           Hewalkedtowardmeslowly.

           "That’saveryniceeffect,"hesaid,examiningthemessofglass,hisvoicefriendlyagain."Ithoughtthisroomwouldbevisuallydramaticformylittlefilm.That’swhyIpickedthisplacetomeetyou.It’sperfect,isn’tit?"

           Iignoredhim,scramblingonmyhandsandknees,crawlingtowardtheotherdoor.

           Hewasovermeatonce,hisfootsteppingdownhardonmyleg.IheardthesickeningsnapbeforeIfeltit.ButthenIdidfeelit,andIcouldn’tholdbackmyscreamofagony.Itwisteduptoreachformyleg,andhewasstandingoverme,smiling.

           "Wouldyouliketorethinkyourlastrequest?"heaskedpleasantly.HistoenudgedmybrokenlegandIheardapiercingscream.Withashock,Irealizeditwasmine.

           "Wouldn’tyouratherhaveEdwardtrytofindme?"heprompted.

           "No!"Icroaked."No,Edward,don’t-"Andthensomethingsmashedintomyface,throwingmebackintothebrokenmirrors.

           Overthepainofmyleg,Ifeltthesharpripacrossmyscalpwheretheglasscutintoit.Andthenthewarmwetnessbegantospreadthroughmyhairwithalarmingspeed.Icouldfeelitsoakingtheshoulderofmyshirt,hearitdrippingonthewoodbelow.Thesmellofittwistedmystomach