DISCLAIMERS: - HARSH LANGUAGE - STRONG USE OF DRUGS AND ALCOHOL - SEXUAL CONTENT - NOT YET RATED *** Once she reaches the end of the steps and reaches fair ground she drops her bags and makes a run for it. Her legs lead her out of the home and without hesitation she turns right. She was on her way to god knows where. Somewhere populated. Her breathing hitches, her hands changing their form. She didn't think this through as she was running with heels but she was getting somewhere. She hears heavy footsteps behind her, getting closer and closer. The men approach the young woman with ease. Years of training taught them better than to let someone escape -- especially on heels. It's not long before Maddy is picked up by the waist. ''Dad, help!'' she screams, struggling in a hard grip. ''HELP!'' She whines helplessly, holding onto his arms and digging her acrylics into his skin as he squeezes her by her neck. ''It'll all be over soon, princess.'' He coos, placing his chin ontop of her head. As she begins to lose the ability to breathe, her scratches become lighter and lighter -- until she's finally asleep. Meanwhile, men walk out of the home, blood on a few of their hands. They tuck their guns away, closing the door behind them as if nothing has happened. They return back to their own cars and get ready for the long ride ahead of them. Some of them felt guilt at heart. Some of them felt pleasure -- and then some of them simply felt nothing. That was only one of them of course that felt nothing. *** AWAITING FULL DESCRIPTION