Ally's POV

Everything is the same, the darkness, the hint of warmth and protection.

I open my eyes, and wake up on Austin's chest. I try to shift around, but Austin pushes my head down.

"Stay down, i don't need them hurting you." he said protectively.

I blush at the fact he's protecting me, I blushed even harder knowing he kissed me. It was like i could still his lips on mine.

"Wake them up." a voice called.

No. No. No. NO!

I seemed to block everything out, i was being stomped on. My ribs, arms, ankle.

Everything seemed to be going as I saw it.

The branding, the verbal abuse.

Afterwards, i was slammed to the ground, hitting the current burn on my back shoulder.

I manage to pull myself up from the cold metal of the truck.

"A-Austin?"

"Yeah?"

"L-Let me s-see your burn." i said.

He turned around to reveal a reddish burn.

"What's mine?" i asked.

Austin looked like he was going to puke. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"It looks like it peeled off your skin, but it looks whiter."

I took a shaky breath, and Austin pulled me into his arms despite the pain.

I think we blacked out in between those times. But i remember, the door of the truck being opened, and Me and Austin being dragged out of the truck.

I looked over and saw a dirty blonde with a creepy smile, get paid this one guy.

We're in slavery. They no longer see us as humans, just objects.

In the far distance, i see the Washington monument, we're in Washington D.C.

My hands were bounded by shackles, and on my ankle was a shock dog collar, for training them.

I'm pushed into a room with twelve beds., and the door closes, and locks behind me.

Eleven girls come and ambush me. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

"Why would she be okay? We're in slavery for God's sake!" a girl yelled.

She was short, with long dark hair, and she was of Hispanic Descent.

"I'm Trish."

"Ally."

We then a distant tapping, and all the girls trembled.

"Get into bed, NOW!" Trish whispered.

We all to our beds, and pretended to be a sleep. The door burst open, my cover was pulled off me, and i was dragged out of bed, and into the kitchen, in front of a bucket of soap and water. "Clean!" they yelled. I did what i was told.

"I'm done." I told the guard. He had one green eye, and one dark eye, and a scar going down his arm.

"Then go clean the fridge."

I nodded, and cleaned the fridge. It wasn't the fancy ones, just the old ones with the glass couriers.

"Its clean." i say. "You missed a spot."

"What spot?" i asked.

"That spot!" he yelled. Then he grabbed his soda, and spilled all through out the fridge. Upset, i grabbed the glass courier, and walked over to the sink to clean it. Instead, i grabbed it, and hit the man on his head.

I began fighting for my life, for my freedom. I'm leaving, and i'm taking every single girl and guy here.

I noticed the slave girls gathering around. "What is she doing?" One asked.

"Helping us escape." Trish said.

"Go find that guy that was here with her!" she commanded.

They ran off, i'm being beaten and bruised, then the guards are gone, one at a time. I noticed Austin, a red- headed guy, and Trish helping me fight, and few of the slave girls were fighting back.

I grabbed the keys from one of the guards, and we ran, faster than ever.

We ran down a corridor, until Trish led us to the communications room.

I grabbed the nearest phone, and dialed a familiar number. Mom.

I began hearing gun shots, louder, and closer.

Come on, Pick up, pick , pick up!

"Hello?" her voice rang through the phone, and-

Hmmm.

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