Prologue

My client had just left me battered and broken on the floor. Anything they wanted of me I had to give. I am Lyra. I had never once felt a loving or caring hand. I had grown used to the rough coarse hands battering me daily for money. I know much of pain, suffering and anguish. But when I read I left all that behind. I was not the shy bruised and beaten girl, I was free.

I have golden blonde hair and forest green eyes. This is the story of how I changed from a mere shell of a girl into the strong woman I am today.

This is my story.