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Chapter 1: Taken
Her name was Naomi Jade Rivers, seventeen, bright, full of life, and loved the ocean. One late summer night in Savannah, Georgia, Naomi left her job at a small coastal diner and disappeared into the humid night — never to be seen again.
The police filed a report. Her mother cried herself to sleep. The case went cold.
Naomi wasn’t dead, though.
She was being kept like a prized possession — moved from truck to van to hidden basements in the Southeast, stripped of identity, renamed “Star,” sold to the highest bidder. Every night was hell. Every hour was survival. But Naomi was never weak. Her captors didn’t know it — but they were growing something monstrous inside her.
Chapter 2: A Return in Blood
Five years later, Savannah was quiet. The city had forgotten Naomi. But something walked out of the swamps barefoot one rainy evening.
It was her.
Or something like her.
Naomi’s once bright eyes were now void-black. Her body bore old scars, but she moved with a ghost-like grace. The town barely recognized her. Her own mother, now sick and aged with grief, screamed when she saw her at the doorstep.
Naomi didn’t explain much. She kissed her mother’s forehead, whispered, “I came back to finish it,” and vanished into the night.
That same night, a man was found hanging upside down in a storage unit near the docks. His eyes were gone. His tongue was cut out. Carved into his chest in deep, dripping letters:
“You took me. Now I take you.”
Chapter 3: The List
Naomi remembered every face. Every name. Every breath.
They had tried to drug her, break her, starve her — but she had learned to play along. She had memorized routes, names, tattoos. The ring of traffickers was deeper than anyone knew. And she would peel it back, one layer at a time.
Her first kill was fast.
The second was art.
The third — she let scream.
Chapter 4: Red Night
The deeper Naomi dove, the darker she became. She wasn’t normal anymore — not after the swamp. Locals whispered of a “Witch Woman” who rose from the marsh after a storm. Naomi had spent her last night of captivity in a buried cage in the swamp — abandoned by her captors during a hurricane. Left to drown.
But she didn’t.
She clawed her way through mud and bones and roots… and something ancient found her. It didn’t speak. It just… gave her power. In exchange for what, Naomi still didn’t know.
Now, her veins burned with vengeance. Her fingernails turned to bone-sharp talons when angry. Her eyes saw heat. Her screams made windows crack.
Naomi was no longer a girl. She was retribution.
Chapter 5: The House of Mirrors
The central hub of the trafficking network was a mansion hidden off an old backroad in Georgia. It looked abandoned on the outside, but inside — it was hell’s boutique. Cameras. Cages. Mirrors everywhere.
Naomi walked in through the front door wearing nothing but a red dress and boots.
She slaughtered the guards without hesitation.
She smashed every mirror.
She freed every girl she found still breathing. Some cried. Some screamed. One girl grabbed a knife and joined her.
By morning, the mansion was a burning ruin.
Chapter 6: The One That Got Away
Only one man from Naomi’s list remained: Elias Morn, the “clean businessman” who funded and organized the entire ring. He owned nightclubs. Churches. Politicians.
He lived in luxury while the girls he hurt lived in memory.
Naomi found him in Miami.
She didn’t kill him right away.
She stalked him. She made him see flashes of her everywhere. Blood in the sink. Messages on the mirror. Screams in his dreams.
Then one night, she walked into his penthouse.
He begged.
She smiled.
“You remember what you said to me when you took me?” she whispered, face close to his.
He didn’t answer.
So she leaned in: “You said ‘No one will even know you’re gone.’”
She slit his throat — and vanished into the shadows.
Epilogue: Whisper of the Swamp
Naomi disappeared again.
Some say she went back to the swamp to give thanks to the thing that saved her. Others say she still walks the roads at night, looking for more names — because there are always more.
But every now and then, in cities where evil hides behind money and power, a trafficker will be found gutted like a pig with a simple message carved into their flesh:
“She came back.”
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