A tall, lean figure moved through the woods, her sweat suit bright pink. Her MP3 blared her favorite songs. But she stopped, sudenly aware of the multiple sets of eyes trained on her. Before she could run, one of those sets knocked her to the ground, unconceince.
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When she awoke, several hours later, she was nude, her hands and feet bound with rope, and she was gaged. She was crying. Millions of questions rced through her mind: Who did this? Will they come back? Will someone else find me? Will I ever get out? Those thoughts were interupted by footsteps. She looked up, hoping to find her savior. All she could see, thiugh, was a group of men, all about six feet tall.
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When she awoke, yet again, she knew she was sitting in lingere, tied to a chair. She looked up, to find a big window, and through that, another big window. In the other window, there was yet another girl, dressed just like her. She wanted a better look, but before she got one, a group of men came to get a look at her. She wanted to scream, to run away, but she knew that she was trapped. She let her head droop, and waited for a savior to arrive at number 12's door.