Again her eyes started to produce another tear drop that followed the same salty trail as the previous one.
Panic was setting in and she quickly began imagining what was gonna happen to her, and that’s when her bladder gave up. She felt the warmth liquid cover the seat and small stream course down her left leg reaching her ankle.
She tried her best to calm herself because she couldn’t really hear anything over the sound of her own heartbeat.
Trying her best to focus on what sounds she could hear, like pigs outside, she knew she was on a farm!
Panicking again she wondered how far away the rest of civilization was.
In the midst of trying to figure out what to do she heard some familiar voices outside, but this time they were speaking in a different language, one that she couldn’t make out.
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