Plain Sight
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"'You think you're slick? Have you not had enough?'
He spat on my face, turned around and walked away. His spit was dripping down my cheek, and I felt even more disgusting than before. I realized that he was headed towards the tools. His torturing tools. My heart dropped. Not again. I watched his every move, he started skimming through his tools, picking one and putting it on a tray.
'You'll never be free you know.'
He headed for me with 5 tools on his tray: his favorite knife, handcuffs, cigarettes,a rod, and a drill. My blood ran cold, and I was filled with terror as I stared at them. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them.
He turned away from me to put the tray down, and to grab his first tool. Tool in hand, he swiftly turned towards me, and slowly approached me with it. He looked at me with his devil-like eyes, and his malicious smirk.
Cockily and viciously, he boasted, 'Now, let me teach you a lesson.'"
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In one year, nearly 800,000 children are reported to be missing. That's More than 2,000 a day.
Sofia Valentina Gomez was a smart, kind teenager was curious about the future, and the past. She never expected for a normal day to turn into a disaster. She never expected to become a part of this statistic. She always wondered where she would be in 5 years from now? What about in a few minutes?
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