Southern Sin

PROLOGUE

It was a concrete room, something that looked like a cross between a basement and a cellar. It was rather large, at least 70 ft by 70 ft. There were cement pillars from floor to ceiling in place throughout the room, about 36 in all. The room was hardly sparse.

There was a larger group of cots nearer the door and one of a similar number near the back window. There were smaller groups around the room. There were four spots with one cot each, and it was in one of those cots that this story ends.

Sin Alwright looked around her in confusion. She couldn't be back here, she just couldn't. If she was back here, that meant it could happen again. That it /would/ happen again. She shook her head frantically back and forth, then stopped completely within a second. If she was here, did that mean that Junior knew about this place? Did he know about her past here? If so, things were pretty much over between them if she ever got back.

Actually, she wouldn't give that an if. She /wouldn't/ return. She couldn't. Forcing herself up, she staggered over to the window, ignoring the eyes following her wearily. She took a deep breath, murmured something in what sounded like Hebrew, and began bashing her head against the window. The door flew open with a crash just before her world went black...

AN: I know this is short, but I promise it'll be better in the future. Lengthy chapters are kind of my thing.