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Good luck Aro! 
The leopard spotted woman was usually strong, able to withstand a great amount of physical and emotional trauma, but now...she just wanted to die. Being in Casa had made her soft, weak to the cruelties of the world. After one night and one day with the traffickers, Sidra had been kicked from heaven into the depths of hell. She was injured, badly. They'd been kicking her around as if she were nothing more than a sack of sugar. A sweet smelling sack of sugar which was nothing but a toy in their eyes. The leader of the small group had been having fun with her all night, beating her, slicing her, fondling her, doing whatever he saw was fun without actually doing the act he was forbidden from. Her eyes were so heavy, she just wanted to sleep and never wake up. At least then she wouldn't have to feel the pain and violation...there she could dream of Aro and Casa, her safe haven until she decided to leave. Then, she could drift off into a better place if her mind and body were too tired to go on. The thought was welcoming, her eyes closed for just a moment and she was almost asleep. The blanket like haze fell over her and all the noises around her were shut out. A smile crept onto her dry and cut lips as she security of sleep took hold of her.
It wasn't more than a moment later that a rather harsh kick to her already bruised body woke her up. She hacked, coughed, and whined, the pain almost knocking her out again. She was sure a few of her ribs were bruised or broken, she didn't know how to tell. Now, she could barely smell her own heat, the predominant scent being her own irony blood. The no longer warm crimson liquid drenched parts of her coat. Others, it was already dry creating cool patches on her body. She shivered from the pain and the cold, curling herself up tighter to keep warm in the chilling morning air. The group's boss tended to avoid causing new scars, simply reopening the ones she already had. Several of the scars on her arms were retraced as well as one of the large ones on her chest and the single slash on her thigh.
Sidra could hear their cackles as they gathered around her, the main whom she learned his name was Samuel, flipped her over and took her by the maw lifting her face. Her eyes cracked open, puffy and swollen from his repetitive hits. Time to wake up now sweety. We goin' to be leavin' soon, gotta get you back where you belong. He laughed a deep and throaty laugh, a maniacal laugh. By 'back to where she belonged' he meant wherever the head honcho was. He seemed to travel around from place to place, wherever there would be the best business. Who knew where he'd be next. It didn't matter where, wherever he was, was hell.
Samual picked her up by her arm and set her on the ground. She was still feeling the effects of the drugs they'd given her the day before and was too weak to stand now because of her beatings and lack of sleep. Even though all the pain and fear, she curled her lips back in a snarl, looking straight up to the sick man with a hateful amethyst gaze. There was no way she was getting out of this, might as well given them a hard time. Maybe she could just egg them on enough that they would simply kill her and let her move on. Whether it be to heaven or hell, she didn't care. Anywhere was better than this. Samuel simply laughed at her and knelt down to her level. She growled, as loudly as she could but he simply stared at her. Then, he gave her yet another slap and she was knocked to the ground. She wanted to cry, but it seemed she barely had enough energy to do so and none came from her swollen eyes. A moment later, she was picked up and placed back into the covered wagon where she had been the day before. Stay ere' sweety. Gotta pack up the camp, then we'll get you home. She listened to them putting thing is sacks, picking kicking around bottles, and laughing. They talked about her of course and her irresistible smell, and of course, who would get her next.
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