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"No. Stop. Please." I cry out and try to get out of the hold of a very tall well built man.

"Shut your mouth. You're not going anywhere." He growled and smacked his hand hard across my face. I hold my cheek and pull on my arm still trying to get away. "I said stop it." The man yelled and dragged me up some stairs and threw me into a large room. I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the room. My long hair hung in my face. I could hear other people around me. They where talking. Then all the sudden the room got quiet as the tall man started to speak. "Zackery my boy, I have a gift for you." The man growled and yanked my hair back. In front of me sat a very tall muscular man in his early twenties. I was way to close to him. I was basically in between his knees. He looked down at me with cold ice blue eyes. He leaned down and put his finger under my chin and looked into my eyes. I wanted to run and hide, I didn't want to be here. The older man that I assume is this young mans father let go of my hair. I heard him chuckle to himself and then start to speak again. "How do you like your gift? I hope she suites your fancy."

"Father. Why did you bring this girl to me?" The young man let go of my chin and looked at his father.

"She is your slut now. She can keep your bed warm." There was a sharp sting in the mans voice. I wanted to cry when I heard those words come out of his mouth.

The young man stood up and grabbed the under side of my arm and hailed me to my feet. He had a tight grip on my arm and dragged me upstairs into a large room. He let go of me and shut the door. He turned and looked at me, he took a step towards me.

"No. Stop. I don't want this. Please. Leave me alone." I cry out and back away from him.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He took another step towards me.

"No please." I beg and drop to my knees. The man kneeled down in front of me. He set his hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes.

"I'm not going to do anything my father said down there. You are too young. I will not lay with you. Nor will I use your body for sexual pleasure." The man said and wiped away my tears. "No more crying. In this community you shall not show tears to anyone but me. There are a lot of rules for you here. I know this sounds weird but you are my property now. You will listen to me and respect me. If not you will be punished."

"Why. I don't want to be here. Get away from me you, man." I yell and scoot away from him.

"My name is Zackery Mession. You will call me Zack when we are alone. But when we are around other people it is Mr. Mession. What is your name, girl?" Zack asked and stood up again.

"It's...... Lucifer." I stumble with my words.

"What is your real name?" Zack asked again and moved to the side of the room that has a bar on it. He pored a glass of whisky for himself.

"It's Lucifer." I mumble and stand up. I watch him as he comes back over to me and looks me over.

"That is not your real name. I know it's not. I will call you Lucy for short. Now get cleaned up, we have to go back downstairs to get to my house. The bathroom is over there." He pointed to the opposite side of the room. I look up at Zack then head to the bathroom and clean up.

I look at the dirty water in the sink then look at myself in the mirror. My clothes where torn and dirty. I want to go home. But where is home? Where am I? I dry my face and walk out of the bathroom. I see Zack sitting on the couch with his glass in hand. I see a pile of clothes sitting in front of him.

"Come get the clothes. You will put this on. The clothes are clean," Zack says without even looking my way. I go over and grab the clothes. I head back to the bathroom and change into them. I look in the mirror. I was wearing a small light blue dress with some Black heals. I walk out of the bathroom and over to Zack. He looks me over then stands up. "You look nice." He said then put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a ring. It was on a small silver chain. The ring had a blue gem on it. "This ring shows you are mine. You must wear it at all times. Do you understand?" I don't respond. Zack turned me around and pushes my hair aside and clips the necklace around my neck.

"Why am I here?" I ask and turn back around and look up at Zack.

"I will answer your question later. For now you just do what I tell you to do and stay by my side. Got that?" Zack looked down at me. His voice sounded more like a growl now.

"Yes." I mumble and look down at the floor.

Zack sighed and took my hand and lead my out of the room back downstairs to where his father and all the other men where. I held onto him as we walked though the large room and to the door that lead outside. I could feel all the men in that large room starring at me.

"I don't like this Zack." I mumble and pull on his hand trying to get him to let go of me.

"It's Mr. Mession when we are in public." He growled and grabbed my wrist and pushed me in front of him. I didn't stop walking. I could feel Zacks eyes on me. He pushed me into a large house and closed the door. I turned and looked at him. "I told you that you can not call me Zack in public. I'll give you a warning this time but, if you do it again there will be consequences." He growled and walked away from me. I stood in the doorway and watched Him walk away.

I sighed and walked around the house. I go down a long hall and hear yelling at the end. I go to the door that the yelling is coming from and crack the door open slightly. I see Zack sitting behind a desk in the darkly lit room. He was on the phone with someone, he didn't sound so happy. I go to turn away and the door slams shut. I jump and try to run but Zack was at the door in seconds. He stood there looking down at me.

"Why are you here?" He asked and looked at me with cold eyes.

"Listening to your Conversations." I say and try to back away from him.

"You're not going anywhere. And I have something for you to do now." Zack says as he leans down and looks me in the eyes.

"What?" I stutter and back myself into the corner.

"You will be training to be an assassin." Zack said looking down at me with a dead stare.