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my surroundings, realising that I don't know where I am nor do I remember what happened before. My

s is al

o clearly. All of a sudden, I feel someone holding my chin up and I come face to face wi

did you find her?'' He lo

one probably left her t

ood, one day.'' He whispers into my ear before picking me up-taking my weaken body out of the r

s is al

y eyes are filled with tears as my back burns in pain, ''You're a fucking bitch, you should remember who bro

can sense is anger, dissatisfaction and denial radiating from him-which explains why

I obey their rules. The older I became, the more I see. They taught me things that I never t

at

now were brutally killed without a single sympathy-I was lucky I'm even alive. I

know that he means selling me for money, for his own good. The bitter memories are still fresh in my mind, it feels impossi

memb

of my body. I try to free myself from him but he's too strong for me-his strength is undeniably stronger. He run

hake my head as I let out endless tears. This man is going to hurt me, he's going to leav

widen in surprise as he forcefully thrusts himself inside me-making me scream in pain. The pain won't stop a

handling me and the way he's forcing himself on me. They are treating me like a whore-which I clearly see that

I plead

I'm going through. Within seconds, I manage to remain calm-without me even realising why. As soon a

en it all

this-I learned from one of the girls-they taught me how to be good, how to be in control. There was this one time whe

up with the

least he was

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time. I wrap my hands around his neck; pulling him closer towards me. My whole body feels like I'm trembling with pleasur

nce you're used to the pain, you fe

ked in front of him. My heart starts to beat faster as soon as he touches me there, building pleasures a

atisfaction. Within seconds, he is already inside of me, thrusting deep and fast; probably thinking that he'

and he seems to enjoy this. I hold tightly onto the counter-trying to suppo

re I barely even care

blue dress. The way the dress fits my body perfectly, showing off the right curves, I fa

y but as usual, he doesn't have guts to come and give it himself. He asked Alfred to give me the dress-which wa

's the first. I can't help but smile one more time as I turn around, eyeing the dress from the side. My che

before starting my makeup. Using a makeup brush to lightly add some foundation to my face-so that it would match my whole skin tone. Then, I draw

tter-like I'm actually starting fresh. I immediately turn to look at the door as I hear someone knocking o

ly regain his consciousness by clearing his throat, ''Hans is already waiting for y

ning his fingers through his hair. I keep quiet as I continue to eye his every movement-somehow feeling impressed by his

u didn't.'' I

hink we've had this

e first time and I finally feel like I'm breathing a new fresh air. Hans-I assume, looks at me

that he's looking straight into my eyes-as if he could see everything including my soul. I look away immediately, not

u don't know what he does for a living, you don't know what he did in the p

barely know anything abou

t Elia but I don't know why I keep on wanting to figure him out. I haven't even fi

lly going on

wo powerful men-I shouldn't get myself involved. It is as if I've escaped a lion's den but I'm actually getting into a

many unanswer

ght that my family never really wanted. That's the best conclusion that I can come up with. Why would Gonzales's gan

ing that Hans has alread

xing my dress as I look up-seeing a beautifully designed mansion. Hans closes the door, giving me

start to get louder-as if inviting me to quickly get inside. As soon as I step inside the mansion, I am greeted with the

ly uncomfortable. I shouldn't be here. I'm not made for places like this. Thus, I feel like I should leave, w

nto a smile after eyeing my dress. To my surprise, he says something to the man that he was having a conversation with before wal

he continues to stare at me-not even caring that other people are actually looking at us. Elia looks down a

I open my eyes as soon as he backs away slightly. Before he could say anything, someone interrup

Elia asks, shakin

waist never loosen so I just stand there awkwardly looking around-trying to ignore the stares that I'm receiving

continue to have a conversation. Elia looks down at me for awhile before smiling an

; realising that the man had left. He touches the

. He starts to pull my hand as we enter the crowd, leaving me confused by h

heir way towards us. Are they after us?! I thought. Elia stops for awhile, walking up the stairs with fingers still entw

his suit's pocket, earning a sigh from me. ''What is going on?'' I ask one more time-he only look into my eyes before loading the gun. As I was about to

ly know what he's thinking as soon as he unlocks one of the windows, peeking down to s

He says and I shake my

tell me what the hell is going on? Who are we running away from? Did you do someth

't tell you what the hell is going on nor who the hell we are running away from but I

'm afraid of heights.'' I lie, smo

'' Then, he pulls me towards the window before picking me up and placing me right near the win

y tear the dress-making it short up till my knees. My eyes widen i

g, ''I'm sorry, mio amore.'' Then, he pushes me down the window-making me scream. I feel my body floating in the thin

rap my arms around his neck; wanting to make sure that I'm still alive and uninjured. I hear people screaming in

no one is going to answer that.'' I say, sarcastically as

ck at the sight of his wounded shoulder, no no no, did he get shot? Hans take out his gun before poi

'' I mutter under my bre

ee someone wearing a black suit. My legs weaken immediately, feeling afraid if he might catch me. Without

d have just killed myself if I know t

ing his face clearly. As soon as he crouches, I close my eyes

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