LILIANA
I don't know how long I've been running for but I force myself to push further despite the protests from my burning lungs.
I propel my body forward with my toes as a spring. The fear of being caught and bound again keeps me going.
Overhead, storm clouds start to form, black and thick with impending rain.
My feet burn from exhaustion and my lungs have constricted so much that I fear I'm running on very little air. It won't be long before I pass out on the tarred walkway.
What a convenient way to present myself before my captor. On a golden f*****g platter!
I stumble forward with a hollow gasp for air. My parched throat is burning. As if in respite for my plight, the floodgates of rain open and it begins to pour in torrents.
I open my mouth heavenward to let in some of the
