Enter the Devil

I was 21 when my country was invaded by Ingdor. Ingdor, the country we have feared all our lives. The country that brought back slavery...in all forms. We were taught about their atrocities in school. We were taught why we should never set foot there. And now our home is their home.

My family and I evaded capture for three months before our luck ran out. I was taken to be a slave to the Lord of our area because I refused to give up the locations of other important families in hiding.

I played my part, biding my time until I had the opportunity to escape. Then I ran. Ran faster than I have ever run in my life. I was found by a resistance group that helped escaped slaves across the border to safety and gather information for our allies. They offered me a choice, protected passage out of the country or join them.

So here I am, months later, attempting to gather important information that could benefit our allies. But how long will I be able to put myself into these situations until my luck runs out and the person I dread most appears in my life once again?

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