Sinful
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Wake up you lazy maggots. You have work to do." Miss Hare's rusty voice was all I could hear as I awoke. I stumbled to my feet. It took me about two painful minutes to get up and stroll over to Alison. The floor felt cold against my bare feet and the sleeveless shirt that was wrapped around my torso did nothing to keep out the cold. Nerveless, the shorts that were sticking to my skin by years of old blood. The scars on my skin looked red and were still recuperating from a lifetime of being beaten. The small cuts on my clothes did nothing to help the open wounds that got infected little by little. I had tried to heal them by stitching them together, but it only lasted so long. I had successfully stopped the majority of the wounds to stop bleeding. Some I even managed to heal with no apparent sign of infection. "Move. Those roses aren't going to cut themselves."
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Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

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