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Three Years Later.

Tall black heels clacked against the wet road, slender legs dressed in fishnet, heading back to what no one should call living. Since that day, over three years ago, her life had only become more of a living hell. Instead of being constantly torn by words and fists, her body had now lost any chance of innocence. A new man every night, a new provocative outfit and act, an endless end of sex trafficking. However the vile men never knew, all they saw was a whore willing to give them what they wanted. She was tattered and torn, both inside and out.

Everyday, she grew more and more disgusted with herself. Being groped and penetrated by a variety of men, with the same sick desire. Gavyn had sold her into sex trafficking for his own greed. Because of him, never will she trust nor love again. If she even attempted an escape, she'd be beaten to the point of death. However as life went on like this, her heart grew more and more attached to the idea. Currently, she was heading to one last customer for the evening. She was no longer in New York City, and no longer under the control of her betraying lover.

Her latest owner brought her and the other poor girls, even younger than she, to Las Vegas. The City of Sin. Tonight she was in a skimpy, body-hugging black dress. Revealing every curve. Evidently this last customer, was some big-time musician. With every eye on her, she sashayed into the large hotel. A false smirk on her crimson lips, as she made her way towards the elevator. Feeling eyes burning into her bum, and glares hitting her in the back of the head. As she awaited the ding of the empty elevator, she leaned back against the wall.

A heavy breath leaving her nicotine craving lips, having not had a cigarette all day. Ding. Bringing her out of her few seconds of peace, was the elevator. However unlike every other time before, this strange feeling washed over her. This feeling, this thought. There was no one in sight.. She truthfully had nothing holding her back tonight, no one watching her every move. And she had fifty dollars cash on her. So instead of walking towards that hotel door, she simply turned on her heels and stepped back into that elevator.

Tonight was the night. She wanted her freedom, and she was willing to risk getting caught and killed for it. Nonetheless, there was no way in hell she was going to be dragged back into being their whore. No longer, was a smirk worn on her face. Just a blank expression, with a slight smile of hope tugging at the corners of her lips. Something stopped her though, right before she walked out of the front doors of the hotel. Eyes were burning into her back, but it didn't seem like every other time before. Slowly turning her head, the blond locked eyes with a black-haired boy who appeared almost the same age as she. His eyes an electric blue, that nearly made her get goosebumps. After what seemed like minutes, the girl had managed to tear her gaze.

Pushing the doors open, a bit frantically, and stepping into the cool night hair. Immediately feeling chilled, though paying no mind. Nothing was stopping her from escaping that awful place. To her luck, the airport wasn't too far from the hotel. Despite the hope she had, a feeling of uneasiness settled over her. Making her begin to run towards her destination, ripping her heels off in the process, and being stared at by multiple people. Although this may be, she never looked back, and never thought twice about her decision.

Freedom was what the tawny-haired girl craved most. The one thing her heart truly yearned for, other than something as simple as joy. People continued to stare, figuring she was running from someone or after someone. This never occurred to her, as she ran through the front doors of the airport. Never had she cared much for people, and never had people care much for her either. As she bought those third class tickets to Cincinnati Ohio, something that hadn't passed through her, was seeming to linger and grow within her.

This thing? Hope. Why Cincinnati? It was the plane leaving the soonest, and to a place she knew Gavyn nor any of the others would find her. "Enjoy your flight," the woman at the front desk said with a sweet smile. A lighthearted, almost real, half-smile was returned to the lady. With that same almost smile, the once ailing girl turned and boarded the plane. Leaving behind a past of pain, depression, abuse, being used, and being harmful towards herself...