The warmth of that hand felt odd and evil. Almost like a dark presence enter my soul and creeped through it. From that moment on I did't know what was going on. I couldn't believe what was happening. The men grabbed me so hard that I could feel my bones struggling. I kicked them where no man should be kicked. Then went under the bed got the gun and put it in my pocket. I wasnt stupid I knew if i fought back i would die.Or wose tortured. I awoke to the smell of something burning . I was in a factory surrounded by men. I got up dusted myself off and just looked.I looked right through the men and felt my mothers hand on my head sayng its okay im here.Then i suddenly stopped and my anger raged from within my soul . I grabbed that gun ran out the door.Hearing footsteps behind me.Chasing me.In my mind I thought how stupid i was for doing this.But i knew it wasnt my turn to go.I felt anger what did i do to deserve this? My hands were cold as the souls of those men. But i was taken to a room tied to a chair and beaten . One of the men said Are you gonna do it again . I replied no but in my mind i wanted to strangle him.Never before have i had these thoughts . Then i remember saying if im going to die today just shoot me.Then i quickly remembered the gun i had.I untangled myself with my long nails then STAY TUNED FOR PART 3 :]