Kidnapped at nine... taken far from your home, traded, sold, and abused up until you were twenty, where you managed to escape your previous captors. Then an Iraqi gang found and took you hostage.

You've been here a while... You've lost track of the days at this point. The sun is a rare sight, and the only food you receive is a measly scrap here and there, enough to survive what they do to you.

Groups of people have been coming in and out of the facility, people you've never recognized, men and women, and children, in the same state as you have been brought in and are taken away, looking worse You've overheard chatter from some of the men in a language you don't understand, some scrambling around looking angry as the last of the other prisoners are quickly taken away from their holding places and shoved onto a bus. Strange...

A few hours later... Gunshots echo through the walls, rousing you from your daze. You try to look through the window of your door, but nothing can be seen.

After a minute, there's a beep, and the door unlocks, the light above it turning green. Hesitantly, you open it and peek around the hall. No one is there. It was a malfunction. So you bolt, bare feet padding down the halls as you search frantically for an exit.

In the middle of your desperation, you collide with an unfamiliar man around the corner. He points a gun at you, armed to the teeth with assorted weapons and camo padding. And you cower, the only thing you've ever done when you're in this situation.