Running. People are always running from something, or someone. Sometimes it’s hard, sometimes you can’t run. You don’t always know who you’re running from, it’s not like you stop and ask. My name is Evette Sanders and I have been running, running from him. I run because I’m unaware of what he has done, my heart melts at his voice but my mind is constantly telling me to run. He strokes my cheek and sooths me, telling me everything will be alright. I can see the lust in his eyes, the hunger as they drop to my lips. He stands to leave the room and I can’t help but want to go with him. The harsh sound of my chains as I move serve as a reminder. The man standing in front of me, as well as another man, have kidnapped me, nothing will ever be alright because I fell in love with my kidnapper