Escape
The snow crunched under my feet while tree limbs sprung out of the dark, lashing and grabbing at my bare skin. They always transported the girls in the dark, but this time I was thankful to have had the cover of night. It had to have been almost an hour now that I'd been at it and every muscle in my body along with my lungs screamed for me to stop. I hadn't eaten in two days let alone eaten properly in almost 8 months.
Keep running, I told myself, just keep running and put as much distance in between them as you can.
The thought of being taken back to that place, having to endure one more minuet there made my stomach churn and my legs pump faster. As if the tracks I was leaving in the freshly fallen snow weren't enough to lead them to me, the trail of blood coming from my bare feet would be a dead give away as to exactly where I've gone. Dead, the thought came to me. If they caught me I would be dead within a week, but not until they'd thoroughly punished me for what I'd just done. I shook my head as tears and sharp wind stung my face. Death would be better than what they had planned for me but that was just the thing, I was too valuable to them alive and deep down I knew they couldn't have me dead, but they could beat me until I almost was.
Through the trees I could now make out a light reflecting off of the snow against the dark contrast of night and my steps faltered momentarily as I realized for the first time in months that I had a chance. I was so close and all I had to do was make it to that warm and welcoming glow, they could help me. They had too. My body trembled as it carried me into a clearing with what looked to be an old Inn in the middle. Panic struck me as I had a realization that I could have easily just ran straight into one of their houses unknowingly. I was positive that there were more out there, what if this is where I was being taken to all along? My mind fumbled looking for a reason as to why there would be an Inn this secluded in the woods. For the first time I was so close to help but was I that damaged now that I was really going to run the other way? No, I couldn't. I set off across the clearing yet again in a run only to finally notice the bikes that were scattered in front of the Inn. If only I'd paid attention sooner. The men I was running from wouldn't touch bikes, the filthy rich basterds only drove the nicest cars known to man. Purchased with the worst kind of dirty money. Head lights poured down from the side of a mountain along a road that I had yet to notice yet again. A road that lead straight to here. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach as realization hit me, they'd found me and they'd come to collect me again. I leaped for the stairs attempting to reach the door as quickly as I could, only to slip as my foot made contact with the ice. Laying on the ground I could feel the blood streaming down the side of my face and my body felt weak. Weaker than it already had been. My vision faded in and out as I vaguely watched the headlights reach the bottom of the mountain where the car now had a straight shot to what was supposed to be my safe haven. I snapped my eyes shut and took a shaky breath in. Somebody in there had to be my defender. Somebody had to be willing to protect me. With every last ounce of strength that remained in my battered body I pushed myself off the ground and climbed the rest of the way to the only hope I saw left. Forcing the door open I flung myself inside the warmth and smoke and gave everything I had left, "Please help me! You cant let them take me, not again. I'm begging you, don't let them take me back there!".
The ground welcomed me quickly again as my legs gave out and my head throbbed from it's most recent injury and my sudden outburst. Through my escape I had forgotten that all that hung to my body were jean shorts and a bra, but I couldn't care as I laid there on the ground. I heard boots running towards me on the wooden floor as my vision finally gave into the black. Everything went black.
