Yam woke up to noise, pressure, pain, force and cold. She opened her mouth to cry out in alarm and it was filled with water. The sensation of water going down her airway was terrifying and was followed by hitting something solid with her side, falling. Then something hit her, and another something.<br/><br/>Wracking coughs tore their way out of the girl, her lungs trying to expel the water, she couldn't open her eyes, couldn't think, couldn't hardly move. She was bruised all over, felt used and abused. She was cold and wet through. Where the hell was she?<br/><br/>The last thing she remembered... Oh god, some guy in a suit grabbing her talking about her dad, the chemical smell of the cloth over her face and then...<br/><br/>Kidnapped.<br/><br/>Yam opened her eyes a little, she felt like she was under a small pile of bodies. Weight crushing down on her from above. And, well, she was, there were two other girls  there, no, three, one off to the side, a fireman? She looked hurt, head down, unmoving, bloodstained jacket...<br/><br/>This time Yam held onto the scream, the cry she didn't move yet, didn't want to give away that she was awake just yet. She was in some kind of cage, not really much room to stand up, bars to close together to slip through them, shapes moving around outside the cage, dark though. Voices.<br/><br/>Kidnappers.<br/><br/>Bastards. What the hell was this anyway? White slavers? No, they had said something about her dad. This was about him, not her, but in that case why the other women? They were going to ship them overseas and sell them as sex slaves, Yam could feel it. Deep in her chest she could sense it and it was making her very scared and no small amount angry.<br/><br/>