She did not look back as she ran, refusing to look back and holding onto her frayed bag as tight as she could, her silk lace hose was torn and stained with her blood as she escaped, hearing the dreaded dogs barking. She had a head start but they were fast. Her lungs burned with each crackling breath as she ducked through the buildings, slipping through filthy alleyways and stepping over squeaking rats as she avoided the piles of rotted food and human excrements. Hoping that the strong stench of the sewage water covers her scent enough that she can escape through the forest trying so desperately to ignore the horrifying barking that makes her stomach drop. She will not be captured again - even if she must die - she will not be caught and go back to Mother.
Madeline rounded a corner, igno
