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"Help!" Rachel screamed again, her voice raw, echoing against the cold morning air.
Finally, there was a footstep. Heavy. Hesitant.
"Is that someone's voice in there?" the gate man asked aloud, halting in his tracks as he strained his ears. The desperate cry for help wasn't something he could ignore.
Quickly, he made his way toward the back of the yard where the horses were kept.
The wooden fences creaked as he stepped around them.
And there, he came across Rachel lying helplessly on the ground.
She wasn't tied with any rope, but the fragile Rachel couldn't stand up on her feet.
Her knees had buckled beneath her earlier, and now her legs refused to cooperate.
Her dress was dirty from the ground, and her hair clung to her face.
The man gasped slightly at the sight but still walked forward, cautious but curious.
"Are you alright, miss?" he asked, his voice low but audible.
