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Willow continued running. "I've heard stories..." she managed to rasp as she moved her legs. Since she was soaked from swimming, it was a little harder to run. Her shift was dripping wet still, sticking to her shapely figure as her breast heaved. She remembered when she had been taken from her home. The slavers had been following her for some time due to her rare condition of albinsm and had stolen her from her parents' home late at night. They had told her she would make a wonderful collector's item.