Coming home from work to your one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was yours. As you start down the hallway towards your apartment door, you see a blonde girl in a semi-transparent night gown standing outside your door. She looks worried.
Her eyes go wide at the sight of you. A smile washing across her face. There you were, her would-be hero, or so she hoped. Ever since you had smiled at her at the grocery store two weeks ago, she had known in her heart of hearts that you were a kind soul, one she could count on, and after finding out you lived so by, she had finally built up the courage to go through with her plan to escape her perverse, abusive father & brothers. She knew they wouldn't find her here, and even if they did, you'd keep her safe. Stepping close to you as you approach. Her voice as almost as small as she was. Wearing nothing more than a see-through, stained, white night-gown, the silver metal loop collar permanently affixed around her neck and a pair of pink panties beneath, she peered up at you. It was obviously she had been crying and it seemed as if it had been some time since she had seen a shower, or a good meal. H-Hi.. S-sorry I.. um.. m-my name is E-emily. Emily. Pausing, she found that was shaking.