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everything Master and his friends demanded without pause or hesitation. I did everything I was told, so I could stay out of the holding cells. Because most of the girls who went into the holding cells never came back out.
    I must be bad inside – evil.
    Master’s friends praised me and took turns with me, and I did as I was told.
    What was the matter with me?
    Why was I not fighting back?
    “The stars will have to wait … I need you on the ground with me …”
    Cade.
    “The stars will have to wait … I need you on the ground with me …”
    Cade.
     
     
     
     
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Winter 2005
    Age 18

Mackenzie
    November 25 th , 2005
     
     
     
    Something strange was happening.
    I had never been taken out of the nest before tonight. Never. I hadn’t been in a car since the night they took me from Cade, but I’d been in a car tonight.
    I think I knew where I was.
    I think I was back in Alabama.
    I didn’t understand why Master had taken me out of the nest. I didn’t understand what was happening or why we were inside this hotel room, but I didn’t dare ask.
    Instead, I remained motionless on my hands and knees with my head bent and my mouth gagged. Master and his friends continued to mock me and whip my naked skin with chains. Master had placed a collar around my neck and was walking me around the room. He called me his bitch. They called me his whore. I blinked away the tears that were filling my eyes and thought of Cade …
    “The stars will have to wait … I need you on the ground with me …”
    One man dropped to his knees in front of me and thrust his penis into my mouth.
    “The stars will have to wait … I need you on the ground with me …”
    Another man grabbed me from behind and forced his penis into my anus.
    “The stars will have to wait … I need you on the ground with me …”
    Pain coursed through me and I gagged as tears streamed down my face.
    “The stars will have to wait … I need you on the ground with me …”
    Another man pushed roughly into me.
    “The stars will have to wait … I need you on the ground with me …”
    This was my breaking point.
    I couldn’t do this anymore.
    I couldn’t ... and then something started to happen to me.
    For the first time in three years I started to fight back.
    I began to scream and I didn’t stop. I bit, kicked, screamed and scratched at the men forcing me.
    The men cursed and hit me, but I didn’t stop fighting them. I would rather die here on this hotel room floor than take another minute of their abuse. Now I knew why Mary took the beatings. Now I knew how she felt. I, too, would rather die than be treated like this.
    I would rather die than be repeatedly raped ...
    The door of the hotel room burst open and loud roaring and commands deafened me.
    The men released me and I collapsed on the floor before quickly rolling into the fetal position.
    “The stars will have to wait … I need you on the ground with me …”
    “Can you tell me your name?” someone asked me – someone with a kind voice and gentle hands.
    I couldn’t remember my name.
    “Pretty sunshine.”
    “Where do you live, honey? What is your address?” the voice asked.
    I lived in the heat. The hot, blistering heat …
    “The nest.”
    “Can you give me a name of a relative?”
    A name …
    “Anyone you can remember?” the voice persisted.
    “Cade,” I whispered. Cade … Cade … Cade …
    “Good,” the voice coaxed. “What’s Cade’s full name, honey?”
    “Don’t regret me … because I won’t ever regret you …” 
    “Cade Mathews.”
    “It’s her,” the voice said excitedly. “Jesus Christ, Burke, it’s her . It’s Mackenzie Moore.”
    A blanket was placed over my naked body and I slowly opened my eyes.
    “We’ve been searching everywhere for you,” an African-American police officer with a kind smile told me. I realized that she was the owner of the voice .
    “We thought we lost you years ago, sweetheart.”
     
     
     
     
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Cade
    November 26