"Don't shoot," piped the beautiful women in a timid voice, "I want to tell you where we are going but I can't"

The face on the beautiful women's face was troubled yet sincere.  I slowly lower the gun to my side and stare blankly into this women's eyes.  I have been controlled, manipulated, and confused.  I didn't know what to do next. 

We stand outside of the front of her shack in complete silence realizing that we were battling the same demon.  A sense of remorse takes over my body as I look down at my gun. 

"So ma'am do you have a name?" I look up at her trying to find some sort of normalcy in this chaos. 

"Samantha. Sam for short."

"Where are we going, Sam?"


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