"Dad, where are we going?" I asked. I am Tilly and I was currently in a car with my father, well he wasn't really my father... he was a friend of my parents and when they died they asked him to look after me. I thought I may as well call him dad.

"Somewhere, now shut up!" Was his answer to my question. What was going on? I had no idea. My dad had never spoken like this.

"Dad, what's going on? I'm getting scared. Why are you acting like this?"

"I've looked after you for 7 years and gotten nothing in return. Now I'm going to be free from you and boy I'm gonna be paid! Now shut up. No more questions"

Was the love and respect I gave him nothing to him? And what on earth was he talking about? This had only created more questions... I'm frightened...

A while later, dad began to slow down near a gigantic house -- no a mansion. Why the hell were we here? My dad got out of the old car and told me to get out too. Once I got out, he said "this is where your going to stay for a while, alright?"

"Alright, this is not bloody hell alright! I'm not staying here! I don't even know where here is!"

"Shut up!" Came his reply. "You will stay here!" He got back in the car and started to drive off. "No!" I shouted to the fast car while stumbling after it with tears in my eyes. Of course I couldn't catch it so I ended up leaning against the open gates of the giant property sobbing my heart out. When I had eventually calmed down, I thought that I may as well try going inside the mansion. The door was unlocked and slightly ajar. "Hello?" I said loudly into the seemingly empty house. I wandered into an old-looking room with bookcases and a mahogany bureau in the middle. I looked at the bureau and touched it with my fingertip. There was no dust, it was clean so someone must have been here. "Hello," someone whispered behind me, their voice deep and sultry. Despite there voice being wonderful and calming, I whipped around to see the owner of the voice, fists up and ready to defend myself. A man stood before me. He couldn't have been more than 18, my age. His short jet black hair made his pale skin stand out starkly. His face was perfect except for the slightly crooked nose that seemed to accentuate his looks even more. He was quite tall, at least 6 foot 3 and he was quite muscley, he looked as if he could pick me up as easily as if I was a feather. What enticed me the most were his purple eyes, I had never seen eyes like his before, bright and beautiful. I could lose myself in these eyes. "Are you the stripper we ordered?" He asked. "What the hell is wrong with you? I am not a stripper."

"Oh then why the f*ck are you here?"

"I-I don't even know..."

"We'll have to have a meeting with the others..."

"There are others? Who are they?"

"Shhh, I don't feel like answering your questions."

"Hey don't shush me!"

"Shhh" he said again but this time he looked me straight in the eyes, intimidating me. I-I-I couldn't speak... it was like he put a spell on me. Why could I not speak? What was happening? He came forward as if to grab my arm so I pushed him away from me and tried to punch him but he effortlessly caught my fist yanking me towards him and made me look in his eyes again. "You can't move either." He did it again. He had made me mute and immobile. I'm so f*cking scared. He lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. I was so vulnerable since I couldn't move or talk. I was so very frightened.