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Prologue

My name is Valentina I am the only woman orked for Kerstan and successfully paid off my debt I want to tell you what it’s like to recover froets better and I want to tell you that eventually you’ll be okay, but I can’t It never gets better and you never get over it You’re left feeling used, unworthy, and lost

My interests no longer lie in the Red Light District At least they didn’t until I heard ruirl as basically stolen to work for him, by a man she knew but alas kept away from A new house owner of no less than three years who treats his girls horribly The ruirls is all that he wishes upon her, but doesn’t have the heart to inflict himself That’s why he had Kerstan take her That’s why she became the best at what she did

I don’t want to say that I’h I don’t know her, I feel that the best way to destroy what these vile h would be to save her Saint Valentina; Patron saint of abused whores, I think to myself with an amused smile

As I sit in my small bedroom in erie Kerstan’s favorite when he used to send er Valentina, I’ht District had ever seen until the Airl, Lieve

As I pulled on my striped white and black fitted shirt, h heels, I know that to undo Kerstan and save the Ao back into what I left

I have to iht District

The only way to really save myself once and for all is to save her too

I take one last look around ht and leave my apartment The best place to start this would be the one place I had ed to escape

I have to start at Kerstan’s

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I knocked on the door and waited One of the elderly women that Kerstan used as decoys to his business would open the door, I’d ask to see him, and stay outside If I walked back into that house voluntarily it would be like asking hiive hiain

As expected, one of the grandnizes ht smile

“I wish to speak to Kerstan Tell him Danique is here,” I said evenly

She nodded and opened the door slightly gesturing for me to come in I shook my head firmly and sat down on the steps I heard her close the door firmly and the sound of her hurried footsteps

It couldn’t have been ain and Kerstan stepped out

“Could this be a dream?” he asked with a chuckle as he descended the steps and stood in front of me

“I’htmare,” I replied with a smirk

“Danique What brings you back tohis arms over his chest