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My name is Tory, and I'm a twenty-year-old woman. I'm beautiful, skinny, fair-skinned and have green eyes with hazel flecks. I'm currently wearing torn clothes that are hanging off my body, handcuffs on my wrists, knee boots that come up to mid-thigh, and a look of shock on my face.
I grew up in a small town where not much ever happened. My parents were loving but strict, and I was an only child. I always dreamed of something more exciting than the quiet life I led at home. So when I turned 18, I packed up and moved to the city.
I quickly fell in love with the fast pace and endless possibilities that the city had to offer. I found a job as a waitress at a popular restaurant, and I spent my nights exploring the city and meeting new people. But things took a turn for the worse when I was out one night and got into an argument with a man. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a jail cell with handcuffs on my wrists.
Now, I'm not sure what will happen to me or how I'll get out of this mess, but all I can do is keep hope alive and trust that things will work out eventually.
