1 Prologue

I draw in another ragged breath as I sit in the corner of this dark and dirty room. I try desperately to draw warmth from the rags that I call clothes. As I hold onto what little life I have left, I begin to realize that I'm not the bright and happy girl I once was. As of now I'm just a shell of my former self. With every emotion bouncing around within the emptiness of the vessel that could barely be considered my body.

Even with all of these emotions coursing through me I still feel nothing. The emptiness settles over me like the many layers of dirt caked to my skin.

I don't know how long I've been like this. I have lost all concept of time during my stay in this room. The only human contact I have is the single servant, that brings me a meal once a day, aside from the occasional guard that comes in to have their way with me.

I am only fed just enough to keep my pulse barely pumping. Just enough to keep me alive.

At this point I have no hope of escaping or being found. I am sure that by now no one is looking for me. They probably don't even know that I'm gone anymore. It's probably like I never existed.

With no hope and nothing to live for, I often wonder why I even try to eat the food they bring me. It's stale bread and a glass of water. There isn't ever enough to quench the hunger.

I don't remember what my name used to be. All I know is what they call me.

That have called me all different names. They've called me unspeakable things that I don't care to repeat. Each guard has a different name for me, but the most used name is Bambi.

It doesn't really matter what they call me. I have to answer to whatever they say, or they will get more violent. If that is even possible.

I don't know much about my appearance. My body is small and frail from lack of eating and moving. I can't tell my hair color anymore due to the thick layers of dirt covering me. It has been so long since I used an actual bathroom or looked in a mirror, that I don't know what color my eyes are.

I am so consumed by my thoughts that I don't even notice when the large metal door opens revealing someone that I don't recognize. He is not a guard nor the maid with my food.

I don't fully register my surroundings until I feel my self being lifted from my position on the floor. I close my eyes waiting for whatever torment he has planned for me, but it doesn't come. All I feel is a sharp jolt in my neck before darkness takes over.

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