He tackled me and threw me down on the bed and began bending my left armbehind my back and it hurt so badly. He was a lot stronger than Pete hadbeen w...en he overpowered me. The Slavic accent bodyguard walked upbehind me and said, "Do you want us to break your arm? Is it reallyworth it? Do as your Stepmother says and you won't get hurt."And that was when my pride died, my heart sank and I surrendered. Hopewas lost. When my Stepmother saw that my resistance was gone she had alook of euphoria. She. “My name’s Don,” he extended his hand and shook hers, gently. Pointing at the little girl, he asked, “Is this your sister?”The girl snickered, but Edie shushed her as the pastor stepped up on the small stage and picked up the wireless mic.About ten minutes and two songs into the service, the six year old was sound asleep on the padded bench. Unbeknownst to Edie, he had watched the same thing happen the week before.Don removed his phone from his jacket pocket and began flipping through his photo. "I just wonder when I'll get to see you next after tomorrow." Aww, don't go all girly on me Shall'ia. It's bad enough when I do itwithout thinking; I don't want to see you doing it too." Shall'ia stifleda giggle and nodded, holding back her tears. Then she cocked her head toone side as if listening to something."I have to go now, He's calling me. I'll see you tomorrow when you haveto leave ok?" Lilien nodded and smiled warmly at her strangely changedfriend."Ok." Lilien watched Shall'ia get up. I drop my bag to the floor and sit down in a desk that Mr. Desai had pulled up to his."Here, fill these problems out. These are some of the questions that are going to be on the next test, so it'll help you if you study them," he says, handing me a worksheet. I rush through it, wanting to get home as soon as possible so I could dress up and be a whore for the evening.As I lean forward to hand Mr. Desai the worksheet, he says something that makes my heart stop."Nice color," he says.It takes me a.