She sat as the darkness surrounded her slowly, as the man began to close the door. His name was a name she never spoke; it was forbidden of her. She only was to address him as master because she was his servant and he her master. She could hear his footsteps as he came closer and closer to her. The floor began to protest under his weight making, what seemed like, the whole house groan. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he touched and sat next to her. He leaned and whispered in her ear, "You like when I touch you." His voice was deep and smooth you would never guess he sold little girls as prostitutes daily. He began to stroke her breast and her bottom; unlike the way a man should stroke a nine year old child. All she could do was breathe heavily. She didn't have the guts to scream yet alone whimper. He began to kiss on her neck. "I liked you the most but your time is up." She had not felt anything but a joyful relief through her body once he pulled out the gun and shot three bullets into her heart.