Lessons of Love

Memories and Plans

  LILITH'S POV

"Lilith."  His sickly voice spat.

 I was crouched behind a black seat in the room; scared for my life.  I didn't know what to do so I did what I could, i hid myself and tried thinking of happy thoughts, but none came to mind; only the words of my 'godmother' did.  I tried to remember what she told me, actually all of us.  What she tells to all the girls when they first come here; that we should call her our godmother, our savior: she would teach us the ropes around here on how to survive because we were no longer living but rather simply surviving.

Rule One:  Listen to the men, they have the authority around here.

Rule Two: Disregard all emotions, we no longer have any.  We are only an object of pleasure for the clients, a doll; and dolls aren't supposed to feel pain, hurt, hope, nothing.  But that's not the case for me because despite being a doll I still felt all those emotions and worse.   

Pain for what they were to do to me while here.

Hurt for what Harry did to me, how he could so easily do to me without thinking of any repercussions, without thinking of other people but rather himself.  Because he would only gain from this, not me.  The only thing I would gain from this would be death; death from all emotions, but more importantly myself.  I won't be the same person, hell I don't want to remember who I was before here because it only reminds me of the life that I once had. 

A life of freedom, and that, well it gave hope.

Hope for stupidly thinking that I somehow could get out of this, alive.  A part of me was thinking that somehow, Harry would help me get out of this house, but he wouldn't because he's the one that put me here.  He's the one that agreed to help him out.  He's the one that agreed to help rid me of my freedom. 

If he really did love me, like he said he did, he should've done something, he should've tried calling this deal off.  But didn't he?  Didn't he sa-

"Ah, there you are."  The man kneeled in front of my shaking body.  "What are you doing here?  I thought they told you to be on the bed?" 

My vision to blur as the tears started coming, I was trying to control my breathing as the man grabbed my arm making me stand up on my own, only to have me have me fall down.  With every passing minute, second even, it felt harder for me to move from my spot as the man sighed and tried stretching my body.  This caused me to cry harder than I thought possible, it caused me to breath faster and scream 'no, please no' until my voice was no more. 

This was it.

The man slid his hand up and down my stomach that was covered in a lacy gown, that stopped right before my hips.  I started shaking my head no once more, as the tears left my eyes. 

"Please no."  My voice coming out as a whisper, the man looked at me curiously, studying me. 

"And why not?"  He asked, moving his head sideways. 

"Please, I didn't do anything.  Please."  I tried asking him once more, not wanting anything to happen. 

"No can do."  He looked at me once more, his features turning a smirk as his eyes became filled with some sort of emotion of lust.

I only shook my head, thinking of what I had done to get myself here.  What did I do?  Why? 

All these thoughts left my mind, as the man started hooking his fingers into the lining of my black lacy underwear that was now thrown across the room.