The Captive

After nearly three years of being held captive, I awoke to the chain on my ankle, unlocked. The guards were gone and clothes were set out for me. Was he letting me go? I dressed and moved through the empty house into the poring rain. I ran through the gates o the mansion, down the road, and crashed into someone. My eyes rose to see a man standing before me. I felt myself trying to faint from the mans' touch as my androphobia kicked into high gear. The will to get away flooded my veins. I shoved away from him and took off down the street. There was a huge moving truck packed full of boxes. I glanced around to see no one was watching. I quickly climbed inside and hid myself in a packing blanket. Where the truck was going, was a mystery but I was will to find out jut to get away from Shane. What was going to happen to me now?