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throat ached with the effort and the strain but I put all

I had into another cry "Austin!"

"I don't understand," I heard him say "Will you let me close this door or do I have to

march back and phone the police?"

"I just can't believe it," he said

"That's your problem," she told him

Desperate I braced myself on my elbows and

tried to call again, but I could see that my voice was

practically gone Just a little more than a whisper

e to do?

I looked at the mannequin's head beside me and

scooped it into th

left in my weakened body I hurled it toward the door

It didn't reach, but it hit the floor hard a few feet short "What was that?" Austin asked

"My stupid