The tears coursed down my cheeks silently. I sniffed and brushed them away quickly. I put my head in my hands and prayed harder than I’d done in my life.

“Lord please take this from me, I don’t know what to do, I’m so scared. There’s nothing I can do. I just pray that you’ll stay with me….”

I sat like that, praying, I don’t know how long. The conversation started again, slightly muffled this time. It was raining. The sheets pouring down upon the metal casing drowning out most of their words

“We’ll be stopping in….. we’ll change her clothes and hair”
“Not her hair” the other said
“Alright not her hair then”
“Then we take her to the airport?”
“Yep, we take her to…….”
“Can we have some fun with her before then?”
“No, he wants them pure”
“Well it wouldn’t be all of it, just a bit of fun”

I held my breath, hearing my judgement decided.

“We’ll see” came the reply I’d been dreading.

I curled up on the floor and closed my eyes falling asleep.

Some time later I was roused roughly. “Get out” one said.

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