The foot steps had stopped. And she could tell they were right outside the door. She tried to move to the small window about 4 feet away, but when she tried to get up she noticed she was wearing hand cuffs and her legs had shackles on them.She started to panic, would she be killed? She heard a scream. She could tell it was a man. Was he suffering like she would? The door swung open, and a man, well something you might call a man walked in. As soon as he steped through the door the girl's mind began to race faster than ever before. He looked her strait in the eye...
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