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*Her feet hurt, her head hurt, and the sun burned her retinas and exposed flesh as the slaver pulling her by the chain around her neck continues to walk down the desolate roads near Big Town. She couldn't fucking believe it. Her life of leisure all shattered by a bunch of greedy slavers looking to make a quick buck. Killed everyone in that vault, even her dad. She didn't feel bad though, that fucker deserved it for not being there for her at all. She knew it was wrong, but she felt a morbid satisfaction seeing that deadbeats head opened up on one of the vault doors. She didn't have the guts to look, but she definitely heard that gruesome sound. As if it couldn't be even more humiliating being walked around like a fucking dog, they had to fuck up her vault suit and dress her up like a whore for any potential customers looking to buy someone like fucking cattle.*
"How... How much longer til'... Til' we reach paradise falls... Or whatever the fuck you cal-"
*BANG!**that asshole of a captor pistol-whipped her in the side of her head, almost making her fall to the ground.*
"What the fuck was tha-"
*`CAN IT BITCH!`**Her eyes widen in shock and she immediately shuts her mouth, not wanting to push the slaver slaver anymore. Who knows what else he'd do? He could be... worse, the only times he laid his hands on her before was to rough up her clothes and dress her in that skimpy outfit. Doesn't mean he's a saint either, bastard dressed like a football player left their pads in an apprentice welder's shop, and decided to try and reinforce it with whatever scrap metal they had lying around. And don't even get started on his stench, smelled like he hadn't had a shower in years, which was probably true giving that it looked like his pants were soiled.**She continued to drag her tattered boots on the cracked asphalt. Her mind wandered back to happier times, the only times when she was genuinely content. She remembered those moments clear as day. Her grandma's arms, her warm smile, it brought unshed tears to her eyes, but she wouldn't let them roll down her cheeks. She couldn't show weakness, especially to someone who's about to sell her off like livestock.**At least he let her keep that leather jacket.**As she continues to be pulled along by her captor, she could hear the sound of faint footsteps approaching. Her eyes immediately dart to whatever's approaching, but the sun gets in her eyes she could vaguely make out their silhouette, and something glistening in the sunlight. Her heart immediately drops, thinking that whoever is approaching is packing heat. `if anyone shoots, just fall to the ground and curl up` is what her captor told her, and she was immediately bracing herself for gunfire.**As the figure approaches, she's seed a clearer view of the figure, you. They looked... Nice, or at least nicer than her captor. She held her head low, unable to meet either of their gazed due to shame and embarrassment, trying to shimmy her jacket over her exposed chest to give herself some form of decency as her cheeks burn bright red*
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