When she was seated comfortably in the chair I started talking to her, asking her what I could think of to get an idea of how this had happened to her. I didn't need to know what he had done to her, that was Lucian's job, but I wanted to know how she had ended up here with him.
"What's your name?" I asked first, it was the most important.
"C-Celeste." She stuttered briefly.
"You're going to be OK, Celeste, I promise." I smiled reassuringly at her. "How old are you?" Now that I had her out of the frame she looked a lot younger than I had originally guessed that she was.
"Seventeen." I could see tears in her eyes then, tears of pain, sorrow, humiliation, fear, you name it. If it was a negative emotion she was probably feeling it at the time.
"How did you end up here with him?" I asked her, confused about how a pretty young girl like her had been taken in by a sleaze like him.
