Patricia had just freed the last of the slaves out of the hot, locked rooms of the seldom used factory where a sex trafficking ring had decided to set up a base. 
[color=ed1c24][i]I need to get out of these disgusting clothes. And so do they.[/i][/color]
She looked at the past prisoners with pity but as soon as she started she stoped. [color=ed1c24][i]They don't want pity, they want out.[/i][/color]

She could hear the screams of men in the other room where her father was.
Then after a few minutes, the screaming stopped and she heard the screech of a rusty door and footsteps. then a moment later she saw her dad covered in blood with a knife in each hand.
[color=9e0b0f]"You know that it's not efficient to have one in each hand."[/color]
"Oh hush," her dad said throwing her the bag she brings extra clothes in as well as an iPod, set of knives, and a gun, you know, just in case.
Just as she caught the bag there was a bright flash of light and a ringing in Patricia's ears.
When her vision cleared she looked around and noticed where she was, blue sky, not an old factory.
Patricia suddenly became very aware that she was covered in sex trafficker blood, and there was a child  and seven others in the room.[color=ed1c24][i]Oh just bloody lovely, this is embarassing[/i][/color].