The hush of the night was broken only by the soft twirp of crickets, and her own footsteps, stumbling along the gravel and mud-slicked forest path. The moon was high in the summer sky, but it's guiding glow was hampered by moving clouds and overgrown trees. Suddenly she heard mens voices up ahead, and instinctively her body shuddered, and crouched - her arms and hands attempting to cover her exposed flesh. A beam of light pierced the night air, falling upon her. Her eyes widened as excited grunts and murmurs could be heard, along with heavy footfalls making their way toward her.
She fell to her knees sobbing, unable to make the effort to move forward again.
Her last thoughts before collapsing and the blackness enveloped her again? "Tonight it is Over, Whether these are my Tormentors, or Rescuers"

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Model: NeNe Rateri.

A dark story.
But...What you perceive is up to you. You control her destiny....by one more sentence.
As you read the last line - What entered into your mind first...Did evil or good befall her?

That is how it can be with life....What we first perceive - How we see our own story "playing out" - from whatever befalls us.....What we believe will occur....What we project to others and ourselves - usually does.

Tell me...what befell her in your ending?

Comment....and give me one more sentence....