I collapsed onto my bed. I was dead tired. I peeled off my uniform and showered. Afterwards, I checked the new phone Cole got me the day before. There was a text from Cole telling me to meet him in his room. That made me smile.

I decided to wear my light blue tee shirt with gold sequents on the collar and sleeves, as well as my gray jeans.

I was about to go when I saw something that made my heart nearly stop. The light and buzzer for Master Daitan's office were going off. I knew they were only going off in my room, that was how the system was set up, which meant he wanted either me or Wolfie.

Wolfie was taking care of laundry for the day. I remembered what I told myself, I would always be there for her and protect her. I could say neither of us were around, Wolfie was doing laundry and I was doing something for Cole.

The only problem was, I would have to pass Master Daitan's office to get to Cole's room. I steeled my nerves and went anyway.

Master Daitan was waiting for me outside his office, "Took you long enough, pussy cat."

"Excuse me?" I played dumb.

It didn't work, "Why aren't you in uniform? I know how long it takes to walk from your room to here, I know you heard the buzzer."

"I have to go see Cole first," I slowly started inching my way around him, "He wanted to see me before your light went off."

"Yes, but I am also more important than him. I'm his superior, you answer to me first."

I shook my head, "Master Cole hired me, I work for him."

That infuriated Master Daitan, "Listen here! Who do you think actually pays you? I am the master of this house, not my son! I am the utmost authority and you will listen to me!"

He grabbed my arm and yanked me into his office.

"Let me go!" I yelled, "Someone help me!"

"It's no use, pussy cat," The monster grinned, "these walls are soundproof. No one is going to help you."

He ripped my shirt off, exposing my underwear. I tried to cover myself but he grabbed a rope from under his desk and tied my hands behind my back.

I cried as he tore off the rest of my clothed, screamed when he entered me. My wrists bled as they chaffed against the hard rope. He pulled my head back by my hair, made me sit up on my knees.

He circled around me and forced himself into my mouth. He held me there until he came. I tried to spit it out but he wouldn't let me. After that he dropped me onto the floor.

He bent over me and started biting my breasts. I screamed at him to stop, but it only seemed to fuel him. I tried to buck him off of me, I struggled and cried out until my throat was raw.

He rolled me over and forced my arms up. I felt my left arm crack. I screamed so loud I thought my own ears would bleed.

"Shut up, whore!" He clouted my ear so it really was bleeding.

The next thing I knew, the door opened. I flinched, I thought it was someone else coming to hurt me.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" A familiar voice reached my ears, "Get the hell off her, you monster!"

Cole wrenched his father out and off of my. I curled into a ball, trying to protect myself.

"Get away from me, you ungrateful boy!" I heard someone get slapped.

There was a struggle, but Cole had caught his father off guard and beat him easily. He was thrown on the ground next to me.

Cole dug through his father's desk drawer. I whimpered when I saw him draw out a knife.

"Shh," Cole whispered, "It's over now, everything will be fine."

He gently helped me sit up and removed the rope. I clung desperately to his shirt as he picked me up and carried me away.

"Get back here, you little bastard," the monster growled.

Cole just slammed the door shut.

"I'm going to call the police, I'll just be in the other room." He handed me an oversized shirt I could slip on so I wasn't naked anymore.

As soon as Cole left, I looked for something to distract myself with. I picked up a pencil and piece of paper and started drawing.

"The police are on their way," I didn't look up from my drawing. Cole sat on the bed and held me close.

Before long, I could hear sirens outside. Cole kissed the top of my head and went to answer the front door.

Cole's door flew open. The monster stood there with a gun pointed at my face.

"Stand up," he commanded, "Get over here."

I put my hands up and did as he said. He twists my broken arm around and pressed the pistol against my temple.

"Don't say anything."

I nodded.

"Kitty?" Cole called. He appeared around the corner with two police officers.

"Get back, all of you!" The monster shouted. He pressed the gun harder into my skull.

"Put the gun down, Mr. Daitan," one of the officers said calmly.

Both of them had guns trained on him. One of them radioed in, "Suspect is armed with an illegal hand gun. He is also holding a young girl hostage, requesting backup."

"Father, please," Cole begged, "let her go, now."

"Don't you people know who I am?" He spat.

"Sir, put the gun down and step away from the girl," said the first officer.

He twisted my arm farther, making me cry out. Cole's eyes darkened in anger. Without warning, he lunged at his father.

Cole punched him in the face and yanked the gun away. The monster roared like a cornered animal. Cole handed the gun to one of the officers.

"You have nothing now," Cole's voice was low and dangerous, "Give. Her. Back."

"You don't understand," he was getting desperate now, "I love all these girls! They all came to me, they wanted it!"

The two officers moved in as more arrived. They took his hands off me and handcuffed them behind his back. I crumpled into Cole's chest.

"Is this the girl?" A female officer asked Cole.

"Her and probably all the other female employees," Cole nodded.

"We're going to need you both to come in and give a statement."

The rest of the night was a haze. I refused to leave Cole. He lead me to the squad car. I gave my statement, told my story. I also told them about Wolfie and the pregnant girl. They questioned Cole and Wolfie and a few other girls. We also stopped by the hospital so I could get checked out. My left forearm was broken and they said I had severe oral, vaginal, and anal trauma.

I slept on the way home. I woke up when we got upstairs. Cole set me on the bed and noticed my drawing.

"What's this?" He asked me.

I had drawn a girl's face and neck. Her hair was tangled and messy. She had a split lip, her nose and ear were bleeding, and bruises under her eye and on her neck.

I looked down and wrapped my arms around my legs.

"This has happened before, hasn't it?" Cole realized.

My hand instinctively went to my rose and music notes.

"Tell me what happened," Cole sat on the bed next to me.