Her eye’s where an unbelievable shade of green, bright yet hazy, like a fog covered light.  Her skin was pale, with almost no pigment. Contrasting with her deathly white skin, was her dark hair. A rich brown, that looked almost black with out the right light. It fell well beneath her waist, into several spiral tendrils. Not once since the age of six, had she left here home with out a bow tied around her locks.

Tabitha  felt out of place, standing with her arm linked with a man, who’s name escapes her, in a room full of  elegant men and women. Her dress, though new and clean, felt like rags compared to the silk and lace that composed the clothing on the other females attending the event. She didn’t know whether to fell better as the bid there good byes and made there way from the room, or dread what she knew would come once they made it to the gentleman’s room. Her eye’s watered up with every step they took. Mostly from fear, but his hand gripping hers a bit to tight did not help put her at ease. He, this visitor, was a new client.  She feared the new ones, because she had no way of knowing how they would treat her. Some went easy on her, and other would throw her around like a rag doll. As she suspected he was not as nice as he seemed. He hadn’t even given her time to strip. He simply pushed her face down into the cheaply made mattress. It wasn’t like any time before though. His teeth nipped, his nails scratched. Blood dripped and ran down her arms and legs, staining her dress and hosiery. Tabitha screamed out in pain, trashing about tin an attempt to free herself  from her captive. She finally gave in as pain over took her body, and as much as she tried to stay conscious, her vision went black, and she was gone.