Hope

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A man, who looked to be in his late thirties, early fourties, walked in.

I panicked even more, pulling on the metal shackles. He threw another girl in.

I didn't recognize her at all.

The guy walked over, pulling something out of his pocket. I cried harder.

"Please don't. Please" I thrashed around. "Hold still!" He slapped me

I whimpered and held still. He unlocked the shackles and threw me down, next to the girl.

He walked out, locking the door behind him.

The girl next to me was crying, her wet hair falling around her.

"Who are you?" She sobbed out "Lydia" As soon as that left my mouth, she hugged me and I automatically knew who it was.

Melissa.

Keller03

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