Tonight was the night she ran away from this nightmare. She knew doing it alone would be the hardest thing she ever had face. She hurried out the door at full pace. Her instincts were still blunted from not having shifted yet. Her mothers words lingered in her ear, "Run, my sweet daughter, run." She had one chance. One opportunity. Would she finally be able to free herself, or would this be her last moment. Either way, she thought, I will no longer be a captive.
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