Selling Doves (Part 1): Rescue

Blood splatter coated all but one wall in spite of having been clearly scrubbed with strong chemicals. A double mattress was crammed in the corner, completely bare save for more stains and a crusty duvet cover. My eyes traveled to the rails on the head of the bed, settling on the restraints that dangled from each corner. 

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The ‘Christian’ Home for Teens (part 3) The Scheme

It wasn't until I made searing contact that I realized it was actually a rosebush. I hit the ground, torn and bleeding but free. I didn't have time to feel pain or check my wounds, but I felt a large cut behind my ear and blood dripped from my pantleg cuff. Flesh wounds, I thought, trying to muster all my bad-assery. I crept around the house, reached under the steps for my shoes and when I grabbed them I began to run.

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