Prologue

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    Pepper dragged her grimy, sweat-streaked body across the acres of open field as fast as possible. He was so close behind her she could hear him panting, could practically feel the tendrils of his breath creeping out towards the back of her neck. She couldn't shake the feeling of his meaty hands on her body and the helplessness that had clouded her brain.
  
She needed to get away.

She needed to get away.

She needed to get away.

   She remembered as a little girl, she would run into the woods by her family's cabin and sit underneath the big angel oak tree with the beautiful spindly branches and comforting shade and just stare up at the sky, clouds or no clouds. She remembered how untainted she was back then. How happy. And all of the sudden, she stumbled, and he was upon her. She was staring up at the same sky again, except it wasn't the happy innocent sky it once was. It was an evil sky and it leered at her as it tempted her with false promises. The hands again, the helplessness, the extreme fear. It was all back. And she was afraid it would never leave her.

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