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After the strange man exited the hut, Raja looked down at the girl and shook her shoulders. "Try and remember something!" Mouse stared blankly at the woman and tried to keep from smiling at her frustration. Being in this camp for an extended period of time was beginning to have its affect on the girl's mind. There was something familiar about this place that brought back some unwanted memories. Raja noticed this and tried to push the girl into talk. "Speak to me girl." That name caused her eyes to grow wide, bringing back something bad. 'Don't call me that. He called me that.' The small guard kept her head down and bit her lip to hold the string of words back. Her eyes slipped closed and before she could stop it, the memory came rushing back.
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The forest echoed the sound of a small pair of feet running, running away. She kicked and screamed as a pair of bony arms wrapped around her waist. "Mom! Help me!" A hand, tasting strongly of old blood, muffled her voice. Tears ran down the small face as she kept screaming until her voice went out. The man threw her body over his shoulder and continued on the way to his house. Once they arrived, the door was kicked open and the girl was thrown onto the floor. Immediately she tried to run for the door, but the man anticipated this and blocked it. "Mom!" He reached forward and grabbed the front of the girl's tattered shirt, not caring if the fabric began to tear. "Your mother is not coming. No one is."

"Liar!" She forced his hand off and scanned the small house for another exit. "There is no use. You belong to me." The young girl cowered under the piercing gaze of the man towering over her. His hand reached out and traced the outline her jaw. Dull nails dug into her arms and another forced her head up to look him in the eyes. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as she stared into the darkest depths of his eyes, feeling something forcibly ripped from the very core of her soul. A pair of cold lips lightly brushed over her cheek and the hand on her arm moved higher. He bent down slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "You're mine now. Remember that." He patted her arm calmly and released the tight grip on her face. Her body fell back onto the cold, unforgiving floor with a loud thud. The facial expression the girl wore was one of pure terror.

The man shook his head at the unconscious girl and picked up her body once again. Another door was opened and she was tossed inside, hitting the wall with excessive force. He smiled silently as bright red painted the dark wall with its glorious color. The man shut the door slowly, watching the girl for any other movement, and allowed it to slide shut. "See you tomorrow, Girl." Locks were turned and the girl was trapped inside the empty room with the only comfort coming from the moonlight shining through the high window. Small whimpers of pain could be heard, but it was ignored by the person on the other side.
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Bright rays of sunlight pierced through the bars on the window and searched the room for the girl that didn't move all night. Short incoherent mumbles of pain left slightly parted lips as the body began stirring. The door slid open quietly and man slipped inside, still wearing the smile from last night as he looked at the girl. He nudged her with the tip of his shoe and said, "Good morning, Girl. Today is the first of many days together." Without waiting for her to wake up, he picked the girl up and carried her into the main room. She was placed in a chair and he went into another room and started frantically searching the cabinets for something.

"Help...me..." The girl gradually opened her eyes fully and winced in pain at the wound from last night. A hand reached up, brushed against the sensitive wound, and instantly pulled back covered in blood. Her hair was matted with the rusty red color and some of it ran down the side of her terrified face. "Well look who decided to wake up." She could practically hear the smile in his smug voice. Heavy footsteps echoed through her pain-filled mind and like earlier, her face was forced upwards to look at him. She felt her body wilt under the powerful gaze he gave and frowned when he gave a simple command. "Open up, Girl." Her mouth stayed glued shut and black strands flew wildly when she shook her head.

A cold metal spoon forced its way past lips, teeth, and tongue, depositing its contents down a convulsing throat. With another smile fixed in place, he reached down to ruffle the girl's hair. "Now was that so hard?" He pulled his hand back and tasted the blood that painted the tips of his fingers. The girl was weak, but her body would serve as the perfect host. She fell forward once the medicine took effect and he caught her shoulders before she could hit the ground once again. 'Hmm...What should I call this girl?' He looked around the small space for anything that would serve as a good title for the small child and noticed a small gray mouse running into its hole. "Mouse?" The name tasted weird leaving his mouth, but it seemed to fit the small girl.
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"Mouse!" Raja shook the dazed girl's shoulders and hoped she would snap out of this strange state. It was time to leave and join her new master, but once again, this girl was making things difficult. She pulled the girl up and grabbed her hand to keep her standing upright, and walked towards the group to show how the guard was ready. The woman looked down at Mouse as she stood near the edge of the group and shook her roughly, trying to call her back to reality.