A hundred and One

EMELIA AGE EIGHTEEN

I have one job, teach the beginner dancer. And two rules, one; see nothing, hear nothing even if I've seen it and number two; don't get subjective with the girls. Yet somehow, I manage to break the rules and go out of my job inscription. My brother's friend Ryker found me this job, maybe that's why I never get in trouble for wandering in places I'm not to be in or worse, getting friendly with the girls.

There's a new girl here, I'm used to them having new girls but something about this one worries me a lot. I was on tour with some dancers up until two weeks ago, that's when I noticed her. I was told she's been here for five months now, and they've not been able to break her in. They're extensively training and torturing her in bdsm, she's easily become a favorite for masochistic men. Not only because she cries and protests, but because she's pretty, very pretty. Even with the bruises and dry tangled up hair you can tell she's beautiful.

She wasn't thrown into my cl