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I was in front of the barn doors, breathing hard. My question sounded in my ears over and over again. Was I really going to just give up my freedom so easily? I looked around, making sure that I was still alone. I couldn't see much in the dark night, apart from what the moon illuminated. I didn't see anyone around, but I knew my time was running out to make a decision. If I were to run into that forest, what would my chance of escape really be? Pretty slim, I think. The blood dripping down from my broken stitches and the pain from my wrist reaffirmed that. Still, the forest beckoned to me. It seemed to welcome me into its warm embrace, and offer me a chance of freedom. I glanced down at the mark on my arm. SLAVE ran across it, reminding me constantly of where I belonged. A sudden fir