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I was face down, on a dirty patch of earth, surrounded by a group of squatters. They were quiet, as they eyed my body, soiled clothes, and loose, golden hair. As my cunt ached in the cool air, I became aware of the sheet, around my wrists. My naked knees spread wide, vulnerably bare to the open air. Cool, and raw; I felt an exposed, and powerless.

"Master, please...don't do this to me again!" I whispered in the dirt as I turned my head to see him. My lover, only he wasn't being that. He'd taken me roughly, but left me aching. The fantasy of his eyes boring into me, burned in my mind; as the cell filled with people shouting, and him absent. Tears had nearly dropped down my cheeks, as the lone figure had dropped another scarf, a white piece of cloth, on me. One strand of soft, light hair had glided off the head tied up in the scarf.

"Put on this, and you will be punished." his deep, tones had commanded. He was wiping off his keys, "And the least I can do, is feed you." He'd hefted me off the ground, and his hands gripped my hips, pulling me up with an almost nervous gait.

I'd been hollow, and his touch had made me ache in ways I'd never been hurt before. He was deliciously gentle, and we'd made love for hours. When he left, I sat up, with sweat dropping from my brow. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my cunt was wet with need.

The squatters moved around me, as I lifted my head, and watched them. My eyes fell on an old woman, whose face was lined with a shimmer of gold. Her hair was black, and fell freely over her shoulder, as she stood staring at me, as if in a trance.

"Please...Master...have mercy." my soft words were drowned out by a woman holding her child. The woman's eyes were bright, and full of anger.

"I tried, or did you not hear me? I tried, so hard!" the desperation in my words cracked under the anguish. The woman's eyes filled with pity, and she looked away, back down the street. An old man was looking sadly at me, as he fiddled with the knot in his green scarf. Then, I realized my words were being scattered on the air, as I struggled in the blanket around my wrists. I felt the fabric slip over my shoulder, as I turned my head.

I felt the only boy, in the mass of people, rub my back as he whispered in my ear, "I think the man is upset, so we should go inside."

I didn't look at him, but nodded, and tilted my blonde head. He took my chin, and forward, unable to look at me.

The door of the building had been open, and had allowed the bitter cold air to wrap around me. It was dark outside, and I held my arms in front of me, as they tingled, and burned.

The voices were hushed, with people glancing at me, as they fell silent. Then, he'd come out of the dark hallway, with an old hand twisting nervously in his hands. He had looked at me with a strange expression on his face, as he came closer.

"Please...master... don't do this to me again." I'd pleaded, as I looked into his eyes, but he wouldn't look into mine. I hadn't known what else to say, and I instant I felt the tears start, the man had come to put his hand on my shoulder.

"What is her punishment?" he looked at my Master, with a strange expression in his face. The man, who was seeing me naked, pulled his frown into a smirk, and nodded. The boy moved forward into my eyes. I felt the tears in my eyes fall, but had no idea why. The man picked up the soft scarf, and darted his eyes at me, before he placed it over my head. He took a deep breath, and my heart beat in my chest.

"She will be punished. But, not from me, or my men." he'd said, as my Master made the final few words.

The boy had moved to the side, as I saw the man walk away. I heard his heavy footsteps echo, as he came toward me, holding hands with the woman with gold hair. They'd been talking about the weather, and I'd seen a gathering of couples.

"What do you want? If you have a job, I want you to get it." He'd mumbled angrily, as his eyes darted back and forth. He'd kept staring down at me, as he ruffled his scarf.

"What do you want, boy?" he'd snapped, and I saw terror in the cringing boy's eyes.

"Come here, with me, and I'll answer your questions." the man had reached out his hand, and the boy had suddenly moved over.

He'd taken my face in his hands, and I had tried to pull away, but he'd held me in place.

"Answer me, and I'll let you go. Don't, and I'll return you to my men, and they'll enjoy you." He'd said with a smile of teeth, as the boy kept silent, and his eyes cried.

"You have a cold?" the man asked me, and I smelled the smoke from his clothes, "I can smell it on you. Let me warm you."

A hand had circled one of my hands, then placed the blanket over it. I'd seen his eyes, thin slits in his face. His nose was down near the curtain, and it had broken me. His eyes were glowing in the dark, and he smiled at me.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, as his mouth rose slowly.

"Nothing, I'm a master thief. I don't need to know how you live." his voice was calm, and calm in the sweet darkness.

He kept my hand in his grasp, pressing it against his thigh. The warmth of his skin was so different; it made my body tingle in strange places.

He'd nodded, and the boy had suddenly been pushed forward, where he landed face-down in the dirt. He had been dragged over my naked legs, and I looked at the ground, but I couldn't focus on anything. The man had smiled at me, but it was a creepy smile.

I saw his hand drop down, and heard his coat rip. I felt the electricity of a burning ice and had gone cold. Then, I had felt a white-hot pain sear through my thigh.

"I told you not to touch me!" he'd snarled, and pulled the coiled wires around my hand. I screamed, and then the sweet darkness had dropped down over my eyes. My head had been forced up, and the hot sweet air had washed over me. I felt him looming over me, and then heard me begging. I saw his one remaining eye, as he smiled in the shadows.

"Please, stop! Stop..." I'd begged, but it seemed to only hurt more.

"A good girl." I'd heard him say, as I felt my vision fusing. Then, the darkness, which had become black, had collapsed in on me.

"Why did you believe me?" the boy asked, as he looked at the older man.

The man looked down at him, then back at me, as they stood in a dark room. I could feel the heavy metal door, as I sat uncomfortably in the chair. They were both dressed in dark sweat clothes, and I'd seen the man's neck bulge.

"I know the type, and he's gearing up to pull something." the boy had said with sarcasm.

"Then, you believe him?" the man asked me, and my face had cringed.

"I don't know." I looked at the ground as the boy gave a sad look.

"Alright, come here." he'd said in a commanding tone, and my eyes followed the woman through the door. She had been young, with long dark hair, and eyes like cinders. Her hands had negligently fluttered at her sides, as she looked at the ground. Her face was strained, twisted in a frown. She turned, and I saw a pink ring around her neck. I saw her shoulders tense, as the man pointed to me with a grimy hand.

"This girl will show you our work. Look her over, and see which ones you think I can use." the boy said, as he dragged his feet to his bed.

She'd come closer, and I watched her eyes move across my body, taking in my face. She'd smiled at me, but it was more of a sick, lash across the mouth.

"Hey, Heden." she said, as I tried to get comfortable on the chair.

"Yes?" my lips barely moved, as we'd looked at each other. She had walked closer, and I saw a white matter on her cheek, and I looked away.