*Flashback*
A 15 year old girl is frightened by a giant man on a cruise ship. She's blonde and has blue eyes. Wearing an small grey dress, her coat files behind her as runs away from him, only to be grabbed by another. Amidst her screaming, they talk, taking her back to their room and leaving her there with the door locked.
Hours pass and soon the men came back, drunk. The ship is strangely still as they do. Then all the girl feels is pain.
They're torturing her, over the years they train and torture, hurting when something's wrong, beating when you get it right. They train her to eat less, stay up at night, observe her surroundings, use an bow and arrow for things other than recreation.
The blood spattering the floor from a homeless man proves that. Then it's one more, then many.
Then rich men start to die.
*End Flashback*
3 years pass, 3 years of pain and torture, 3 years of loneliness and missing friends and family, 3 years of killing.
Suddenly, one day, it's too bright, her room is usually dark. She awakes in her shackles to find the window open, the sun shining through.
A man is in the shadows, tall and dark. Surrounded by others.
Police, with her captors, arrested and heads down. All the drugs found, the weapons confiscated, hers are hidden in her bag under her bed. She'll never tell of the things that happened here nor the people she's killed.
The tallest man walks though, he's familiar, something about him, the way he looks and his clothes and smell, then it hits her like another brick wall.
"Uncle...?"
"Time to go home Elizabeth, your fathers have really missed you."
