I watch in horror as they take my daughter from me. All my preparation can’t save her. I feel helpless as they drag her away, her hand slips from mine. It’s a horrible feeling. But my will is strong. I can’t let them win. I will fight back with everything I have, but is it enough? Will I find myself trapped as well, unsure of how to escape? And what about my other daughters left behind? As I sit in the darkness, I think about Wren and what horrors she might endure at this very moment. It’s a nightmare that sends chills down my spine. What they don’t know is that if they lay a hand on her, that’s the last thing they’ll ever do.