When I woke up I was clueless. I felt like a baby, not knowing anything about life at all and everything my eyes gathered didn't make since. Looking back I remember my back was laying flat on a old grey towel, originally suppose to be covering the bottom of the cardboard box but was instead twisted some of it covering my arm. My legs stuck up in the air barely thrusting its way out of the box. My ankles and wrists heart from the rope burn- I was tied up. I was in shock because of the pain I was in for I was tied up, cold, and something was covering my mouth from screaming as loud as I could. I heard a scream from outside the box, I helplessly tried screaming but I was suddenly flipped over as the box turned at a good 180. I was in a vehicle ? Screaming loud as I could, the vehicle I was in continued to turn slamming me against the cold box, every now and then the vehicle would stop, a new set of screaming and heafty men yelling out orders came from the outside of the box shortly after each time. After what must had been hours, I could tell there was more in the vehicle with me, trying hard to scream for help despite the white cloth covering our mouths. I had given up way before most of them even where.... taken? Suddenly my box was lifted- more screaming cam from outside the box but I kept quit I felt like I couldn't scream. I knew whatever was happening was my fate. And though I didn't understand what would be on the other side of the box, I knew it would lead to my death.
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HorrorWhen captured from somewhere, she is brought... somewhere. Kidnapped and totured she is now a prisoner in a world she does not understand or want to understand. She has been chosen to serve the Sewing Queen, be her followers, her soilders, her priso...
