It was almost as if the time had passed in the blink of an eye. I went from a poor kid growing up in Detroit with no family besides Lizzy to the wealthiest woman in Seattle. As I looked around the dinner party I marveled at what I saw. Family and friends all gathered for me -for us . Growing up a in Detroit With no home to call my own or parents to love me I never thought I would make it out alive. I always figured I would be a statistic. Either a drug over dose or homicide victim. He changed my life though. He made me view the world in a different light . Maybe He wasn't the most perfect man out there but he was my mine. Granted his issues stemmed from a hard life and that made him jaded but it didn't make him cold. Christian was the man I always dreamed of having. My knight and shinning armor . We had our problems but he saved me and I saved him. Everyone has a past some are just darker than others. Maybe the old Anastasia would have ran from his past. Would have judged him for the things he did to those women. But I've grown and I know that no matter what Christian needs me and I need him. Some have called it possessive and some have called it unhealthy. Frankly it didn't bother me what people said because we called it love . Looking down I rubbed the smooth surface of my pultruding belly. Smiling I felt his eyes on me we didn't know what was in store for us next. We weren't even married yet but we did know that this baby would be loved no matter what happened between us.

Laughing silently as he winked in my direction I mouthed the words I love you back in his. Playful Christian was my favorite. In that moment I knew ready or not our future was a bright one.

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The streets of Detroit were as empty as I felt inside. This was a dead city. I bitterly laughed at how accurate that described me. I was a dead girl the minute I was born. My prostitute mother and drug addict father brought me into this world only to leave me on my own. Foster care was a joke. I was in and out of the system till I finally turned 18 but then I was in and out of shelters. Shelters were just foster care for "grown ups". We were given a roof over our heads and promised all the help in the world but received none. I was a high school dropout. Nothing about my life was going to give me a chance to get out of this hell whole.

I kept my head down as I walked down the dark alley. I just wanted to make it to Ally's door without any confrontations. Banging on the screen door I looked around me making sure I wasn't followed.

"Anastasia have you reconsidered my offer?" I looked at Ally silently wishing I didn't have to succumb to this .

"Yes I have Ally I'm ready I'll do what ever I have to do to feed Elizabeth. I'll be a sub for your club." Staring down at the floor all I could think about was my sweet sweet Elizabeth.

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Months had passed and life was better than I could expect for a woman like me. ally trained me and I was nothing more than a slave. She scolded me when I spoke this way but it's true. What was left of my dignity? I let men have their way with me all for a quick buck. In the back of my mind I knew that quick buck would feed my daughter Elizabeth. She was only a year old and she was my world. A product of hate but all I saw was love when I looked into her eyes. She was mine and she was the only family I had. I would love her no matter who her father was and I would do anything to give her a better life. That's why I have lost my right to say no. That is why I have lost my right to love a man. A mothers love for her daughter knows no bounds. I was waiting for my next "Master" while kneeling in the floor. Who knew men were such cavemen. Beating a women into submission got them off. I hated it. I hated what they did to me. I hated what I was. My head was bowed as he entered the room I let my mind separate from my body as he started the scene. I barely felt the whip as it connected with my bare skin.

I have started this story over I hope that people will enjoy my new vision for this story as much as I do.