Flee

It was probably the only chance that I would ever get to escape spending my life as a sex slave, so I had to take it. I wouldn't call my movement a crawl any longer, as I now ran on my hands and knees, ignoring the pain in an attempt to escape. Into the hall, down the stairs, and towards the front door I ran. Just as I cleared the front porch, I heard Maria barking orders, clearly reporting my escape via her telephone. Shit.

I wasn't even out of the drive way before Michael's security guards caught up with me. I saw them ready their stun guns, and shocks overtook my body as I blacked out.