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brought in with Mrs. Travine. Everyone here is so willing to help because we have all been where you are— scared, alone and confused. It does get better I promise.”
    She shot her gaze to the tiny woman. “What is your story?”
    Lissa just smiled and shook her head. “ Nice try, but until after tomorrow I can't tell you.”
    “ Okay, tell me this, does everyone here have the same story?”
    “ No, and that's all I am saying. Now, get out of that chair, here comes Mrs. Travine.”
    Sh e had just gotten her feet on the floor when Mrs. Travine's pleasant face came into view.
    “ You look very nice.”
    “ Thank you.”
    “ Are you ready for the shoot?”
    “ I guess as ready as I can be.”
    “ Well then, shall we go?”
    She motioned with her arm. “After you.”
    Still not knowing what was to come and the overwhelming need to get home, she felt a bit safer. The flames of what she thought were to be her hell, slowly faded, leaving a small space of peace. As she followed Mrs. Travine through the huge enclosure, walk ing through this door and that to get to different places, she looked at the lavish place with new eyes. Where she once saw shadows of deceit that lurked in dark corners, she now only saw empty spaces. For the first time since she arrived, her eyes didn't roam every nook and cranny expecting potential Johns or worse to jump out and grab her and her heart slipped into a pace of just above normal.
    I am happy I am not going to be thrown out for the pleasure of some unknown hard on , but I still can't wait to get home. If Mr. Buchanan is telling the truth, tomorrow I will find out when that day will be.
    The flashing of lights was a dead giveaway that they had made it to the shooting area. There was a cute tiny brunette posing playfully for the camera in the far corner, the short paunchy photographer murmured commands and constantly flicked his camera. This room, like the others was enormous, but plain in comparison. There was little furniture and no windows. Shields, blinds and camera props split the room in two. The backside where she stood, was made into a small waiting area while the rest of this half, was devoted to storing anything a photographer needed and the other half was dedicated to the picture area. Mrs. Travine's quiet, sweet voice caught her attention.
    “ Have a seat, Christoph will be with you in a few moments.”
    Taking a seat on the plush couch, Vylette said, “Thank you.” She reached out and stopped the woman from leaving.
    “ Where do I go from here? You know, when I am finished.”
    “ Back to your room to change into the workout outfit that is lying on your bed. When you have that on, hit the speaker button and I will show you to the gym. You will be attending a workout-self defense class.”
    “ Okay...Um...Speaker button? I admit I wasn't paying attention, but where is that located?”
    “ There are several actually. You have one by the door, one by your bed just above the nightstand and one in your bathing room.”
    “ Oh, uh...okay. Thank you.”
    “ Anytime. I will be here if you need anything. I am the one assigned to you.”
    “ Hold on, assigned? What does that mean?”
    “ It means I am responsible for helping you with...anything you might need to be comfortable here. Speaking of which, how is the rib?”
    “ As long as I don't move too much or too fast, it’s okay.”
    “ Wonderful. After you passed out last night, I snuck in and applied some topical medicine to help you feel better. It helps with pain and speeds up healing. Just so you know the rib is just bruised not cracked.”
    “ Uh...thank you...I think. I mean I am grateful for the help, but at the same time it’s kinda creepy you were in my room while I was sleeping.”
    “ Actually, Vylette, I was in your room almost all night, watching over you.”
    Scratching her head, “ You were, why?”
    “ When you arrived yesterday, you were hurt. Mr. Buchanan said you had been beaten and were cradling