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Cierra was just starting to wake up. She couldn't tell where she was. Her father was destructive and he was holding her down in their basement ever since she was a little. She couldn't tell you how long she had been down there. She could speak yes and she sounded as if she was well educated and she had a slight attitude problem, but she also was very skittish. Her father raped her about every night and he forced drugs into her. Her mother on the other hand was dead and her step mother helped her father sometimes. She had an older brother but she hadn't seen him ever since he left before her father placed her in her cell. He tied her up to the wall and has left her there. He hadn't ever wanted anything to do with her. He would give her newspaper to read every now and then but that was if she was lucky. Cierra had seen her brother in the paper. He was a police officer and had busted some major drug deal going down around their house somewhere. She hoped that some day their house would soon be busted for it and she would be found.

That was several years ago, today she wasn't sure what woke her up. All she heard was stuff being thrown around and gun shots being fired then silence. Nothing after that. She looked up at the door, still hazed over by the drug her father gave her. No matter how many times they gave her the drugs she never really did become addicted to them, more disgusted with them. She stared at the door hearing footsteps behind it. She pulled at the ropes trying to free herself, but no luck, just more pain. Her wrist were red from pulling against them all the time, she also had blood that had once ran down her arms dried and stuck to her skin. The more she pulled the more it hurt and they started bleeding again. She had bruises on her arms from her father or step mother holding her with a tight grip pinning her to the wall. They also ran down her sides from being beaten, sometimes nearly to death. When the door opened who ever it was flashed a light in her face and the barrel of a gun.