A cold prickle ran down my spine and traveled to the tip of every nerve. Every turn we took added to the weight within my chest. Several monochrome sets of buildings, at each side of the wet asphalt, tower above us. Street lamps illuminated the scene, and puddles rippled over the lights glittering reflections. Memories danced and flickered our minds. The scene brought them on. I recognize this place.

I noticed the transparent clouds that turn our labored breaths visible. We both had run for what seemed like years. We keep going in the cold even when our legs begged to stop. We kept on going with no jackets, no shirts, and no footwear. We only had the pants that stayed in our name when all else was taken.
They took everything from us. And we'll most likely never regain all we lost. What they did is carved into us, taking our identities. All we have to look forward to, is that we escaped.
We're free from those misguided people. We have no need to obey them. No need to pretend we don't have human will. We are no longer the pets they could just summon. And having run from that prison, we are free.
However, we are not, and may never be, released from what they had done to us.