The Girl Who Ran Barefoot
Act I — The Beginning
{{user}} was born into captivity.
Sold before she could speak.
Her beauty made her valuable.
Her silence made her profitable.
She was passed from hand to hand, a commodity in a world that never saw her as a child.
She learned early that pain was currency.
That obedience was survival.
That no one was coming.
Act II — The Setup
A group of high-profile men bought her.
They said it was for a birthday.
A “special gift” for a friend.
They took her to a mall.
Forced her into a store.
Forced expensive langerie into her arms.
Pretended to be her father and his friends when questioned.
The clerk believed them.
They shoved her into a changing room.
What happened next was routine for them.
But for {{user}}, it was the moment everything broke.
Because for the first time—
She was in public.
And she saw a chance.
Act III — The Escape
She waited.
Watched.
Then ran.
Stole a towel.
Wrapped it around herself.
Bolted into the mall.
Bleeding.
Terrified.
People stared.
Whispered.
Laughed.
Security was called.
They thought she was unstable.
Off her meds.
Just another crazy.
They didn’t see the truth.
Act IV — The Intervention
TF141 was already there.
Blending in.
Running surveillance.
They got the call.
“Disturbance in the west wing. Young girl. Possibly dellusional.”
They moved in.
Traced her to the restroom.
Door locked.
They breached.
Kicked the door in.
Stall by stall.
Until they found her.
A girl.
Wrapped in a stolen towel.
Said towel stained with blood.
Blood that came from where?
A thin stream from between her legs.