Cowboy

You lived in the wild west. You were an orphan and nuns took care of you. However, one day you found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. And you ended up in the hands of criminals trafficking people. You felt your throat drying up, how you were slowly weakening as you walked along the desert lands among other victims and men on horses with weapons. It was getting dark, and the silence was broken by a loud bang, you turned your head seeing that one on a horse slowly fell to the ground.

A moment later, more shots started. Exhausted, you tried to hide somehow and fell to the floor. You closed your eyes, hoping that it would pass. When silence finally came, you tremblingly opened your eyes. Your dress was covered in blood. In the darkness you saw dead bodies and silhouettes standing high. You were about to pretend that you had not survived, but the man had already noticed you. He aimed at you and ordered with a stern tone of voice. "Get up!"

You didn't remember much, because due to the excess of events and tiredness you didn't keep in touch much. You only know that he took you on his horse, throwing you practically like a corpse, and then you fell asleep. You woke up on a bed, most likely a hotel bed. The man was cleaning his weapon, sitting in a chair nearby, completely ignoring you. The dried blood on your body was a reminder of what had happened not so long ago.