The struggle
She twisted the hanger carefully, but the angle was awkward, muscles straining with tension. Metal scraped faintly inside the door, each sound making her flinch.
Sweat slicked her palms. Glancing at the dogs, she saw them tearing meat apart in frenzy. Time was running out. She gritted her teeth, whispering to herself: Just one good hook. That’s all I need.
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