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Chapter 1

*Background*

Hi. I'm Hannah. People around know me as the girl who has sex for fun. In other words, I'm somewhat of a prostitute. But what they don't know is that I don't do it because I like it, I actually have a good reason for doing it.

My parents divorced about a year ago and my mom has a low budget job, which barley pays off our rent of our apartment. So I joined the fine life of prostitution. Yeah I don't like doing it, but I need to help my mom in someway.

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"Just please give me my money! You asked for three hours! So you owe me $600! Please!" I scream

"C'mon babe. Just an extra hour for free? Please?"

"No!"

After what seemed like hours of fighting, he finally hands me my money. And I walk out of his house. Not even knowing his name. I hated the fact that I did this.

As I'm walking back to my house, my phone starts to buzz. So, I pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Yes. Hannah? I saw your ad in the paper. $200 an hour eh?" The young man whispers.

"Yes. But I actually just finished my last shift tonight. Can I call you back tomorrow?" I beg

"I'm leaving town tomorrow morning. Sure does suck for you. I was gonna pay you a little extra." The man teases.

"Alright fine. Address?"

The man tells me his address and I head off in another direction towards his house. It's start getting a little bit cold so I put on my coat that I was carrying. I walk up to his house which seems to be like hours away from mine.

I knock.

"Hello?" The man says while opening the door

I realize that he was no man, he looked to be like he was at least in his twenties.

"Yes. I'm Hannah. Can I come in?"

"Oh yes. Of course. Come in"

The boy gestures a hand out, expecting me to hand him my coat to be put on the coat rack. His house was all dark with no light and smelt like dead people.

"This way, my love." He pleaded

I follow him until we reach this door that had at least 3 locks on it. Where was I going?

As soon as he gestures me in, I feel a heavy push on my back and before I know it, I'm tumbling down a flight of stairs. Bones cracking. Body aching. Not having total consciousness of what just happened. Then I soon catch on.

"Hey! What the hell was that for you prick!" I cry.

The boy slowly turns his back and says, "I'm Harry. Not "prick"." Then continues to shut the door.

I start to scream for help. My heart starts racing. My hands trembling through my pockets in search of my phone. Fuck. I left the phone in the pocket of the coat I was wearing. After an hours worth of time just siting here, I get up and start limping up the stairs I had just fallen down from. I had no idea who this mysterious boy was. But it sure scared the hell out of me knowing what I may have got myself into.

I finally reach the top of the stairs. I put my hand on the handle, praying he hasn't locked it. With my luck, he hasn't. I open the door ever so slightly until I see no sign of him. I walk out and creep up to the coat rack where there my coat was hung. I reach into the pocket, nothing. Shit. He took my phone. It was pitch black. I wasn't able to see a thing. I walk into a room which looked like the kitchen. I felt around hoping to find some sort of object to protect myself with. Once again, nothing.

"Hannah!" I hear someone scream.

It was Harry. He starts walking towards me. My body stands frozen. Not being able to do anything. I feel his soft, moisturized hands run across my cheek.

"I threw you down there for a reason, baby girl."

"Fuck you!" I say as my left knee rises up against his croch.

I start to try and run away, being remembered by my throbbing ankle wasn't helping me at all. I find the bathroom and lock myself in it. I try to breath at less as possible so I wouldn't blow my cover.

I then feel a hand come swinging behind me with a cloth which contained some kind of chemical which made me sleepy.

"Shhh baby girl. Shhh" Harry whispers.