I ran, I ran all day and night. I ran until my body gave up. But I didn't get away. They took me as their prisoner and I still don't know what I did wrong. After a whole year of being drugged, tortured and used, I ran again. This time I got away. But my escape didn't give me happiness because they killed everyone I knew. Now, I have to start a new life. A life of fear and anxiety because I don't know when I'll be taken again. But, with the kind of anger inside me, an anger that can't be put down easily, I will avenge everyone who was ever hurt because of me.