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From: James Lawson <jdlawson@cybrtyme.com>
Subject: Secon Chance-The director's cut-Part One
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If you are under 18 or are not allowed to read this in your area, please
don't.  Otherwise, enjoy the story.

Author's note:  When I first posted this story, I had just come home
from a bad day at work.  After some time to reflect, I decided to do a
"director's cut"  of this story.  There are some things I wanted to
change and expand on.  If you've read this before, give it another try. 
Now, on with the story.


	She awoke with a gasp.  As the adrenaline pumped through her body, all
of her senses were magnified.  Lying still, she slowly looked around and
took everything in.  There were no restraints on her, and her nakedness
was covered by a blanket.  She was cold and slightly damp, and her wrist
were sore, along with other aches on her body.  Thunder crashed outside,
with rain pelting the roof.  "I'm in a house or apartment." she thought.
"Lying on a bed or couch."  She looked over at a lighted area and saw a
tall, well-built man in the kitchen doing something.  Seeing this caused
recent events to play in her mind.

	Her name was Catherine Sartre, 23. About seven months ago, her and her
parents had been in a car wreck.  She had survived when a man pulled her
from the wreckage.  Unfortunately, this man had plans on using her as a
slave.  Catherine had endured countless beatings and rapes as he tried
to break her will, causing her to nearly give up a reason to live.  One
night, he had gotten extremely drunk and tied her to the bed, preparing
to beat the resistance out of her after he watched TV.

	Falling into a drunken sleep, the cigarette in his hand fell into a
pile of newspapers and started a fire.  Catherine smelled the sharp
smoke and her survival instinct took over; she had to escape now or die
in the fire.  Noticing the keys to her manacles were on the nightstand
next to the bed, she strained with all her might to reach for her
freedom.  Blood seeped slowly from her wrists as she grabbed the keys
and frantically worked on freeing herself.  Catherine smiled for the
first time in months as she unlocked the cuffs and got out of the bed. 
Unfortunately, heat was eminating from the door.  There was no way to
get some clothes, so naked, she opened the window and ran off into the
night, never looking back.

To be continued, with part two coming soon.

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