What a nightmare-- thank God she ran! I think that instinct, right there, is what reassures me that she's not too far gone to want the help she might access. Her experience is akin to a prisoner of war, may she flourish with the aide of her own "countrymen," the community surrounding that house of horrors.
I can't help but be reminded of a dear dog I adopted as a stray... she was just a little over a year and had whelped a litter of pups in a along a creekside. Her nest was discovered and her pups taken in by animal control, but she was too fearful to be caught by them. Long story a little shorter, when she came to me she was still thin and scraggly, and when fed, she'd take mouthfuls from her dish to a spot in the garden, bury some it, then sleep on it.
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This went on for about a month until she was reassured that she was indeed going to be fed and kept warm and comforted. She ended up being one of the best family dogs we've ever had.
So, I guess what I'm saying is: I think this young girl obviously has the will to survive-- she ran! I have great hope for her. People (and other creatures) come back from this kind of prolonged maltreatment, often as shining lights in our futures. I will pray she's placed in a circumstance that stokes her innate brilliance and nourishes her spirit, as well as her body.