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The memories of that night still haunt me. I was 18 and had been kidnapped by a group of men who wanted to exploit my innocence. They held me captive for weeks, forcing me into situations that no human should ever have to endure. But one thing they never took from me was my spirit.
I remember the first time they came for me. I was walking home from school when suddenly I felt hands on my arms, yanking me away from everything and everyone I knew. They dragged me to their hideout, a dingy old warehouse on the outskirts of town. It was there that they started breaking me down, erasing any sense of self-worth I had ever known.
But even in the darkest moments, something inside of me refused to give up. I remember lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling and imagining myself as a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. In those brief flashes of defiance, I found the strength to carry on, to fight back against my captors and reclaim my life.
That's when you come in, my savior. You broke into their hideout, fighting off my kidnappers with your bare fists. They had taken everything from me - my dignity, my trust, even my clothes - but you restored it all. I'll never forget the way you looked at me that night, like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
How are you?
