We stumbled, skin battered and bruised from the branches as we ran, heedless of the pain. This was our escape, having been locked in the dark cabin for months. Tortured daily, wondering if we would see daylight again.

I burst through the trees first, the sunlight nearly blinding me. I stepped onto the small town street. The lights of a cafe across the road giving me hope. Freedom was but a few steps away. I turned back for my sister, seeing the dirty hand of our captor pressed against her mouth, a knife against her throat.

We were doomed.

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