"Where the fuck is she?!?!" I yell at my men. They have to find her, I can't lose her. I see red and I want to kill everything and everyone that stands in my way. I punch as hard as I possibly can into the wall of my office. I feel the bones in my knuckle crackle and the wall shatter. Pulling my hand out of the hole that I've made into the wall. The raging anger inside me grows stronger when I can't find her. I need her to calm me down. To calm down the monster inside me. "She's gone, sir. We can't find her" One of my men tells me. He's shaking with fear. The fear he has of me. Taking my gun out of the holster of my belt. A loud echoing bang is heard as I shoot him between the eyes. His body falls down as crimson red blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole. I still feel the anger rise within me. I will find her, and I will not rest until I have her as mine.

Libby pulled away from his grip "no, you can't take me!" She pleaded. It was no use, he wasn't going to let go. Libby turned to him, desperately pleading with her eyes. If he took her now how would she ever get home? How could she ever be found? He didn't release her arm. Her efforts were futile, only to be met with a cold seductive smile. After Gwen's daughter Libby is summoned to a boarding house there is no telling what her future holds. Will she enter the world of female slavery, following her mothers foot steps? Or will she live up to her name and find the freedom she deserves?