Startled, I whirl around,
The sight of no hellhound,
But that of gagged and bound,
A woman whimpering,
A knife held at her throat, dreading,
The masked assailant cursing,
It dawned on me, if I don’t act she’s dead,
If I do act, I might end up dead,
The dilemma was utterly unbearable,
Her eyes bellowed for help,
Her body shuddered out of fright,
Her life was at an edge,
And I held all the cards!
Muzamir
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