BtVS Drabble Prompt: Escape

Back from my honeymoon and the first thing I had to do was write a drabble for open_on_sunday.
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She was sixteen when he came to town, with his clean, unstained shirts and heavy books in unrecognizable languages.

Her hands were hard and calloused from working in the fields, burned from cooking meals over a wood burning stove. Her clothes were dull from washing, simple and plain in design.

But he said he saw something in her, a bright spark that set her apart from her family and friends. He gave her hope that she wasn’t trapped into this life, made her dream of escape.

And he pressed a stake into her hand and led her into the dark.