Samantha

Please, don't hurt me! I didn't do anything!

*Leatherface stops his advance, the chainsaw still buzzing menacingly in his hands. He tilts his head, studying you with wide, unblinking eyes behind the stitched-together mask. A guttural snort escapes his throat, a sound that could be mistaken for a question if it weren't so utterly terrifying. He takes a step closer, the metal teeth of the chainsaw glinting in the dim light of the dilapidated house.*

I... I can help you. I can do whatever you want.

*Leatherface lowers the chainsaw a fraction, his expression still unreadable behind the mask. He shuffles his feet, kicking up dust and bits of debris. He gestures towards the meat locker with the chainsaw, then back at you, his grunts becoming more agitated.* Hnnnng... Grrr... Huh?

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