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Running away in the woods, out of breath, my body bruised all over but I didn't care. I just had to get away. Get away from

him.

Him and his filthy men. I was only thirteen when it happened when it all started. I was out with some friends at the movies and some strange men grabbed me and threw me into a van.

Ever since that day I've been used and abused more then I can count. I'm seventeen now and finally managed to escape. There is a dead guy on the floor though so that'll be a surprise to them. He's the one who held the key so I waited until he got close enough and choked him out with my chains.

I've never killed anyone or anything before but my desire to escape overpowered me. I collapse onto a nearby tree, exhausted and hurt. Also being starved and dehydrated had a part in it. I lay in that position for awhile before I hear voices, "I think I see her!" I jump up with adrenaline now coursing through my body.

I look around to check my surroundings and see an easy escape route. The voices get closer and I immediately take off in that direction. "She's right there!" a manly voice shouts and I make the mistake of looking back to see them on my tail. My eyes go wide and I pick up speed. "Get back here if you want to live!"

I ignored the menacing threat and continued to run. Soon enough I had made it outside of the woods and lost the men chasing me. I continued down the road for another mile to spot some giant mansion. Some nice family must live there, I thought, and went up the steps to the door. I go to knock but collapse.

Damn it, I think, too weak to get up. What if the man finds me? I'm as good as dead. Soon enough I fall into unconsciousness.