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1. Mayora

Mayora Le'Huere; a girl living in Paris. My parents adopted me when I was eleven. My life in orphanage had been worst. It was a young age but I soon realized how bad and lusty this world can be. The owner's son who always had yellow teeth, glasses and an ugliest face tried to rape me once when I was only six. At that time, I didn't know what was happening but when the man started to take off my clothes and grabbed my face tightly. I screamed and I screamed so much that my throat was sore for a whole week. Luckily I didn't get rape that day. After that, I saw how men looked at me, I was always conscious about what I do and what I should do. The orphanage was located at a isolated place, near a forest. Living there made me realize that I shouldn't trust anyone. That orphanage gave everything I never desired. Betrayals, lies, manipulations, getting girls raped in front me, trauma, worst sceneries, screams, blood and everything. I was few of those lucky girls who weren't touched. The owner said that I was too young to be touched and that's why I was kept save and then when I turned ten, his son's lustiness grew. I always saw how he licked his lips whenever seeing me. I was harassed badly, and then one night. Everything changed, the night when the police came and rescued us. On that very December night, I lost myself. I was sad that that many children died, and only few of us remained, but then I was happy, that my secrets will buried forever in the night. And that day I came to realize how much of a stoic hearted that orphanage made me. Not only me, but those as well who didn't die that night. Especially him. And that day, a secret between me and him buried forever. After that, we were moved to a more lively, city centered orphanage. It was our first time seeing a city or many people, wearing vibrant dresses, our life on that orphanage only gave us a grey suit and even the owner wore a nun like suit.

A year passed, our schooling was going well. I always studied better, tried to get in good books and I did. There was one day when I was going towards the orphanage at evening and as there was traffic I took a short cut which I rarely took. That was an dark alley, really dark. I was never scared of darkness, I kept going and my mind was feeling a ring. I didn't feel conscious and went wherever my feet dragged me. I stumbled upon a something bloody. I felt like something shadowing me, and there was a giant man looking right straight at me. He had tattoos all over, I couldn't quite see his face. I realized how far I have came inside the alley.

"A child in this deep alley?"

I didn't answer him. He bent down, he was what we call a giant. Big and super huge. he tilted his head, behind him, there was woman. She didn't look cold as he did but she didn't seem kind either.

"A child, who doesn't has any fear in her eyes. Let alone a emotion."

The man said again. I glanced at the hand which was cut off and there was something more which I consider an eyeball.

"You won't end up like this if you keep your mouth shut."

That man said. I looked at him-glared-his eyes soured at me and a knife was suddenly at my throat, nearly on slicing me. The woman behind me kicked him and with a skill threw that knife out my throat by a mere kick. I was really awestruck by how she did it.

"Be patient. She is a child."

"Yeah a child should be trembling by now and maybe fainted as well. But I don't see an ounce of emotion in her eyes or on face."

My eyes keep going to that hand and blood. How do they do this? Am I privileged to do this as well?

I shook my head, winding away that thought. What was I even thinking. The woman came towards me, she bent down pushing the man who rolled his eyes. She didn't seem cold but she looked far dangerous then that biggie. She came closer, I saw her eyes; gunmetal grey, brown light hair. She had a face that could pull any man, the way she smiled was looking seducingly innocent. I wonder if that biggie is her husband or boyfriend. She look rather young, maybe in her early thirties.

"34."

She said. So she observe as well. I didn't show any surprise but simply nodded.

"You are beautiful, Miss grey."

I called her, that wasn't a joke but it came out like one, though my voice was steady. She looked at me closer, scrutinizing my face. Her eyes were really gorgeous. I greedily wished for a second to have eyes like her.

"Thanks. How about you keep quiet about what you saw today and in return, I won't kill you."

She said. My guts which had great difficulties into silencing them irked. This looked opportunity to do something to get killed, alas I loved getting on the edge of death. That feeling put me at ease, sometimes making me feel a human.

"How about I don't shut my mouth?"

I said. She didn't look surprise, almost as if she already expected it.

"What do you want, rebellious one?"

My eyes darkened. What do I want? Would she give me whatever I want? That December night, flashed again right in front of my eyes. Like a film I would already experienced.

"What would you give me?"

I asked. She smirked. Her eyes darkened with a soft smile. How devilish.

"You look rather an opportunist and a cold one, Rebellious."

"What would you give me, Miss grey?"

I again asked she suddenly broke into laugh and

"I have two sons. You look nearer age to my younger son."

"Do you say this to every girl you meet in alley?"

"No, I'm surprised that I am saying this to you, Rebellious."

"Would you like me to take in?"

I finally said. I wanted her to say no because I was doing whatever my guts said, but I still wanted to become a part of something sinful. As if I'm already a sane person, why not doing something that makes me happy rather then going to church for forgiveness. I am not guilty anyway. So let's just get to hell before I beg for heaven.

She strangely smiled at me. She got up and looked at that biggie who looked amused. Her boots clicked against the bloody surface.

"Take her."

She said, I hurriedly stepped behind and said.

"I'm an orphan and belong to a legal orphanage."

I said. She looked behind. Her eyes showed three emotions.

Surprise.

Amusement.

Satisfaction.

"Name?"

"Kids Life. Near U street at Rose La bakery."

"I asked your name."

"Mayora Le'Huere."

"Nice to meet you Rebellious."

She said, and disappeared.

I thought she was just messing around. She doesn't even know, why would she take me in but to my surprise that biggie came to orphanage, and right after a week I was at their house more of a mansion.

Miss grey's name was Crystal Sokolov. She had two sons, which I don't know about. She is from Russia and will soon leave. That biggie turned out to be her brother, they don't look siblings. Maybe different mothers I guess or fathers.

I was suddenly taken by mafias and now moving to Russia. To Moscow. The feeling of being at edge, I love this feeling. Things happened fast but maybe I saw this coming.

Sigh...

Mayora Le'Huere, you messed up big this time.