CHAPTER TWO

I was beginning to get hysterical and knew that I couldn't stay where I was any longer, I had to get away and fast. I didn't want to hang around in case they came after me, in case they had any more repulsive acts to carry out. I started to run down the rock-strewn path that had led me to the barn, away from the shameful site. I ran fast, too fast, tripping over my feet and falling headlong into the ground. My hands, still sore from their time being bound, weren't quick enough to prevent my fall so my head hit the ground hard. I slid forwards, the stones of the track biting deep into the flesh of my face and I felt the warm sensation of blood stinging my wounds as it mingled with the salty fluid of my tears. I stayed prostrate, face down in the dirt, crying uncontrollably. Where I was became irrelevant as the night sky darkened, enveloping me in its malevolent shroud.

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