The final seconds of my life

Eleanor lived a double life to support herself and her one year old daughter Whitney. She was a seamstress by day, and a stripper by night.

She worked at a local club called "fruitful flowers", because the age of most of their girls was between 18-22. Eleanor had just turned 21 last month in April. She celebrated at home, sharing some apple juice with Whitney while they watched Moana for the hundredth time.

One night, the air was crisp and the world felt silent. She was walking home from the club around 5 in the morning when she felt a hand on her left shoulder slightly caress down her arm.

She started to run. Fear filled her feet and faster she ran.
She was scrambling to reach into her bag to grab her pepper spray but before she could grasp it, she felt a weight behind her, and then she was on the ground. She felt a great pressure in her head and faded off slowly.

When she finally opened her eyes, she felt a tightness around her wrists and there was a sound of water dripping in the background...

Read to find out what happens to Eleanor and Whitney.

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