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To protect his precious childhood sweetheart, my husband forced me to dress up as her, using me as bait to draw out a twisted serial killer. I pleaded with him, "I don't want to go." He had softly stroked my cheek, his voice dripping with ice as he spat, "If you don't go, I'll pull the plug on your mother's ventilator." Later that night, I was cornered in a dark alley and stabbed twenty times. I bled out on the cold concrete. When the police called him to come and claim my body, he just sneered. "Pathetic. You couldn't even keep a psycho occupied! Drop the act, Emily. Get back out to that alley tonight and lure him out again."