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Day 1,422

She was so much smaller than they remembered, looked so fragile that they hardly dared to breathe.

When they sent her away, the suitcase was barely bigger than her and now she was half the size of it.

How sweet she'd looked, how peaceful and serene she had been on that last day.

Now her face was frozen in a permanent state of terror, eyes shut tight and mouth open in a silent scream.

Luckily for them she had been too weak to break through the suitcase but she'd still shredded the lining.

The former pale pink silk was now stained in red from her torn nails and bruised knuckles.

Still, they'd buried her deep enough that nobody ever heard her.

If it weren't for the police dogs catching the scent of her blood she might have stayed there forever.

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