Windy nights

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Her screams floated through the thick, icy wind; getting carried for miles - no one hears her pain - no one pays attention to her struggles.

The once bright sky is filled with darkness; the stars faded from her view. Her pale skin reflects the moon's light; but there's nothing pretty about this scene. She clamps her jaw shut over the arm laying in front of her - not paying any attention to the all-too-tight gag in her lips. A small chuckle falls from his chapped lips. She failed to see any humour in this situation though. The car revved and her body pressed to the chair in a rough motion; she always loved a good, fast car... but this was obviously a little different.

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