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I stayed by the door and watched as my keeper struggled with something. Not that I cared, he was not my master. Nor will he ever be my master. This man was incapable of taking care of a slave, he was to nice. I could overpower him by crying and asking for things and he would bend and twist to my command. But I didn't need to do that, yet. He didn't seem like a threat, but then again I lost the will to trust a long time ago. Maybe it was a cover up...

After about twenty minuets of fighting with himself my nameless owner looked at me. I stared back keeping my feet where they were.

“You hungry?” Yes “You thirsty?” Yes. “Do you want to take a nap?” Yes. “...Are you ever going to answer my questions?” If you command me too.

He let out a groan and ran a ran slowly threw his black locks. His hazel eyes locked onto mine and I stared.

“Can I at least know your name?”

“What do you want to call me?”

“I want to call you by your name.”

Your name must always be hidden. Only your master can know your name. This man is not your master...

I said nothing but the sound of my stomach letting out a growl made him looks back down at me.

“You hungry?” No reply. “What do you want to eat?”

“I eat anything, rotten, stall, or moldy, anything is food.”

“Oh god...Okay, how about I just get a pizza?” No reply. “Oh do you want to sleep on the bed? I'll take the couch if you-”

“I sleep on the floor.” His frown got worse every time I opened my mouth. This man could not stand me, it was only a mater of time before he beat me. His true colors would show.

“Look, I don't know what they did to you at that place but-”

“That place is my home! They did nothing to me that a whore doesn't deserve!” I shouted cutting him off.

“You aren't a whore!”

“Yes I am! He's been my master for five years and there is no way you can beat him! I love him and not you!”

“I don't you to-” I cut him off yet again by me screaming. He jumped at it then rushed over and covered my mouth before I could scream for five seconds.

I froze, now realizing what I had done. I yelled at my keeper. He could do anything he wanted to me now. And from the conversation on the phone he had he and his friend were going to do away with me.

Pain, rape, pain, kill. The cycle of life. So much pain.

He slowly removed his hands and they fell to his side. I still didn't move let alone breath and he looked over me.

“I'm sorry but you need to keep quiet.”

“please don't...” My voice came out low and I wasn't sure if he heard me by the confused look on his face.

“I don't-”

“Please don't hurt me!” I cried as my knees gave in and I fell to the floor. “Please don't hit me! I'll answer anything! Yes I am hungry! Yes pizza sounds heavenly! Yes I'm thirsty! I'll answer anything if you just ask me to! Just please, please don't hit me!” I shrieked curling up into a ball letting my fears show in tears.

It was all over from here on. This man, my keeper, will do what so many others did, rape then kill. Kill the way we are suppose to go, slowly and painfully.

“Hey, hey it's okay! Don't cry, please don't cry. I'm not going to hurt your at all. Please just relax!” His voice was soothing and I could tell he was just as scared as I was. He gently picked my small body up and cradled me in his arms. He repeated a lot of the same words trying to get me to stop crying and I found his voice to be a lullaby.

He had a pleasant voice, and he smelt of sweat and cigarets. Not the most attractive smell in the world but I found that comforting as well. They were smells I had come to love. The fresh smell of nature or the laundry detergent have become faded memories. I couldn't even try to recall what a rose smelled like, or what a clean shirt smelt like after it had just been washed. I was use to this smell, dirty and grime.

Without even realizing it his voice and smell had made me drift off to sleep.


*


I awoke, well not really awoke more like I was aware of where I was but too tired to open my eyes.

This wasn't my floor, it was soft and warm and didn't smell of foul things. Maybe it was my masters bed, I don't remember it being the soft nor do I remember him taking me away from the others but oh well.

“Holy shit Gerard, and you are promising me that this isn't a joke?”

“Do I look like I'm fucking joking Frank? I'm sorry for ruining your birthday present and all but there is a ten year old girl in my bed right now.”

So I was in his bed...

“It's okay Gee, I always wanted a dog but a girl is better!” Gee? What an odd name.

“Not funny.” His tone was unfriendly and bitter almost threatening. Not letting a single high of pleasantness show through.

“Does Mikey know?”

“No...”

“Ray?”

“Yea.”

“Mikey's gonna kick your ass.”

“I know.” Gerard groaned and I felt a warm hand stroke my head.

“She's filthy, did they bathe her at all?”

“I don't think so...” Yet again the feeling of him being so close and so comforting made my little bit of awareness fade away.

*


“You are kidding, right?”

“She's on my bed.”

“Oh god!”

“No! It's not like that! Just come in...” The door opened and footsteps were heard.

“Shit!” A male said. “Shit Gee!”

“I know...” I rolled over and the room got quiet.

“Master....” I muttered out of habit, still too sleepy to open my eyes.

“Oh god...” The male joining my keeper groaned. “How old is she?”

“Ten, I think.”

“Nine...” I muttered slowly rising from the bed and rubbing my eyes tiredly.

“Sorry, did we wake you?” Gee asked but I didn't respond to him. My eyes were locked on to the male standing right next to him. He stared back his face showing pain. “Uh, honey this is my brother Mikey, Mikey this is...uh..”

“Does she have a name? Or is it honey?”

“Call me whatever you want.” I said and Mikey looked back at me.

“What's your real name?”

“Rule three, never give out information to people who are not your master.”

“You bough her right?” Mikey asked to Gee and he sadly nodded. “Doesn't that make you her, erm, master?”

“NO!” He shouted making me jump and bring the covers over my head.

“Okay, okay, jeez...” Mikey sat down in a chair and Gee sat down next to me and patted my back. I slowly poked my head out staring at him.

“Sorry for yelling, do you want that pizza?” I opened my mouth to speak but I was cut off.

“Pizza sounds wonderful! No pepperoni though.” Frank warned walking in with Ray.

I let out a scream and hide back under the covers trembling. He said he wouldn't hurt me! He lied, he lied like everyone else! They were all going to attack. Rape, beat, pain...

“Dude! Are you a fucking idiot!!” It wasn't a question it was blind fury. It caused my body to erupt in another round of uncontrollable shaking and whimpering.

“You said you wouldn't hurt me! Please I'm sorry for not telling you everything! My name is Emily! I've been a slave for five years! I'll tell you anything just don't beat me!”

“Holy shit is she okay?!” Frank asked panicking.

“Shut the fuck up Frank!” Mikey shouted making me cry harder.

Shouted scared me, shouting led to beating, and beating led to pain. So much pain.

“No ones going to hurt you, Frank is just an idiot but he's a nice guy. Please don't cry, shh relax.” He whispered pulling the covers over me and taking me in his arms once again. I grabbed a fist full of his shirt and tried my best not to cry.

“Don't fuck me...” I moaned and I felt him flinch at my words. I guess it wasn't normal for a nine year old to swear.

“Ray, please take Frank and Mikey and go get a pizza.” Gee said softly and the Afro headed male nodded taking the tattoo covered male and the one with glasses away. Leaving me alone once more with Gee, a man I felt comfortable being with, for now.

He held onto me till my tears ceased and my sniffled followed. He still cradled me and I help onto his shirt until my grip got lighter and my hand fell to my stomach. He seemed to notice and looked down at me gently wiping wet tears that stained my cheeks.

“Feelin' better?” I nodded. “Do you want them back in here?” I did nothing.

“Whoever you want in the room is not up to me.”

“But it is, I want you to be comfortable until we...figure this out.” He sounded tired. I still didn't respond but I didn't need to. He seemed to ramble on and on. “We are on tour right now, the five of us are in a band. You didn't see Bob but he is a really nice guy, like a giant teddy bear. The tour is almost over we have a few more placed to hit. But if you are uncomfortable with staying with us for a bit we can uh..take you to an orphanage or police station.” He stopped rambling when I grabbed hold of three of his fingers and squeezed.

“No...” Was all I said and he nodded understanding.

After a few minuets of awkward silence there was a knock on the door and Gee got up and was about to go to the door when I grabbed hold of his hand again and he stared down at me.

I guess I could trust this guy to keep me safe.