I can't feel anything. I lost emotion a long time ago. After they stole me… I was broken. I am broken. They took me when I was seven. I wasn't supposed to be here, I wasn't supposed to feel this way. I was supposed to be a happy little girl. They wouldn't find me again… they wouldn't find me this time. I was gone. They talked about my death.
I was seventeen but stick thin with a tight ass and huge tits. They loved me better than the rest. I was curvy and tight and they loved the abuse I could go through. They abused me a lot, hitting me. I have even been knifed before. Tires sounded through the air, my head shooting backwards. I ran a top speed. I wouldn't let them have me again. I escaped in the nude. My skin was stained with blood. I was ready to die, but my best friend was waiting for me… as was my family.
I saw a school up ahead. I ran to the gates. 'Let me in. Please, they're after me.' I begged. The short, thin man looked at me shocked. I looked down, seeing blood.
'Come in.'