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It was the third day since you had been taken, and you were beginning to wonder if any one noticed that you were gone. The four men who had you were filthy, not just their apperence but them as human beings were dirty. Always looking at you in that way, and by the time of evening on had begin to eye you with a determined look.
"Why don't you show me what you got underneath there." He runs his knife over you, internally gagging at the closeness.
It happened so fast, one minute he was staring right at you about to cut your clothes off and the next his throats being slit by the one person who would always notice if you were gone.
