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Smokey mist formed a wall before us, my captors placed me on the ground, I rolled over to see better, but there was nothing but cloud and grey mist to see before me.
“It's time to go, girlie, girlie!” exclaimed one of them, as he pushed me in the side with his point-toed boot.
“Get you’s up girlie, it’s time to go, go,” he repeated as I attempt to get onto my knees.
Behind me a boot pushed me forward; I crawled forward in response, the fog neared and my fear returned. Another less gentle prod had me crawling forward again until my nose was almost touching the mist.
“Go girlie, girlie,” said the first and nearest to me, as behind me I was kicked still harder. I crawled forward, one long foot at a time; the cloud of grey touched my face, dampening it, chilling my flesh. The boot
