Hey guys, so this is the first chapter of this story that I've written since I've been back. I've had this idea in my head for a long time and wanted to get this off my shoulders and give it a try. So i hope you guys like it

A great fire rose high in the sky as she watched a small house burn. The roof with the slats that were old and ratty threatened to collapse in at any moment, windows shattered into tiny raindrops of glass; as if the house were crying from the pain that was being conflicted on it. Red and orange screamed out the windows as heat radiated off the burning house but all she did was sit and watch as the old, brown house turned into a malicious black before her eyes.

The little girl, with the tiny tore up doll that was clutched into her hands, beheld the sight; ignoring the people that were witnessing the scene also.

"Poor thing; was she the only one to survive this?" A voice whispered to her left.

"What a shame if she did," someone answered.

"Someone should help the poor child," someone else said yet, no one came to her side. No one asked if she was alright or was hurt. No one was there for her. That is until a women walked up to the poor girl who stared at the fire as if she was in a trance.

"Is this your house, little one?" the women asked. The little girl nodded, not looking at the women at all. "Are you the only one that got out?" Another nod. "I see."

"What do you want, lady?" the little girl asked the women none too nicely.

"Come live with me," the women said. The little girl finally turned her head to look at the women. Live with her? Such an insane question to be answered hastily. "It's obvious that your parents did not make it out alive and your house will soon be turned to ashes, which will leave you homeless and also an orphan."

The girl opened her mouth but then closed it and frowned. What would this woman want to do anything with her? "Why should I? I don't know who you are, none the less deserve your kindness. I haven't done anything to have such kindness be put on me."

"Such a beautiful young girl as you shouldn't be left homeless at such an early age. I see potential in you, little one. Such great potential," the woman cupped the young one's face. "Now, will you come with me?"

The woman held out a hand and the little girl took it without hesitation. She helped the girl stand up and then started walking away.

"What do you think you are doing?!" someone yelled out and the two stopped. "I know what you plan on doing to her when she gets older, Ana. Do not bring her into that life."

"And yet you let me claim her. You had the opportunity to see to this girl but gave me the honor to her first." The woman, Ana, said in a hard voice.

"No I won't allow it." The same voice said and then started to walk to them, "Come now, girl, come with me." However, the little girl clutched Ana's hand and hid her tiny face into the soft skirts of Ana's dress.

"The girl has decided to stay with me. Now let's go little one. We have much ahead of us."

As they walked away, the little girl looked back at the fire. It was dying down slowly but she remembered all too well. That she wanted something that was too far for her to reach. That once she reached for the object she wanted, it would knock over the candle. The candle that was on her book shelf; the same candle that fell and started the fire she was unaware of. The fire that got her parent's killed. They were dead because all she wanted was the doll that was clutched in her other hand. The one that would help her through the dark that she was so afraid of whenever her parents' were too busy.

The fire that she had caused and was walking away from.

The little girl could feel the woman that did not want her to go with Ana stare after her. If she would have known what Ana had in store for her, she would've run to that woman. She would've run away from Ana but she didn't.

She did the idiotic choice and stayed with Ana. The woman that helped her. The woman that saw potential in her. The woman that would be her nightmare.

"You shouldn't eat so much, my dear. Your figure will be distasteful." Ana, who was writing something down in a notebook, said to the form that had put down a piece of bread that she longed for.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be thoughtless," the girl softly replied and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Ana looked up at the girl and sighed. She stood up from her spot and made her way to the brown haired girl. "Oh, my dear Alina; there is no reason to apologize to me. Just promise to watch what you eat from now on." Ana cupped the side of Alina's face.

"Yes, ma'am," Alina replied.

"That's my girl. So obedient; that is why you are my favorite," Ana smiled and pinched Alina's cheek, turning the pale flesh into a blush. "Now, it's time for you to get back to work. You have a client coming in a couple of minutes. You must prepare yourself before his arrival." Ana walked back to her desk and continued on writing.

"Yes, ma'am," Alina said and walked out of the office that she had been occupied in.

Eighteen year old Alina Starkov walked to her assigned room and pampered herself to be presentable. As Alina grew up, she started to learn who Ana was and also what she did. Ana Kuya, who had taken her to a so called "home", was the owner of a whore house. A whore house that Alina had to be a part of. At first, Alina was horrified at what she had gotten herself into but the thought of being homeless and being an orphan had terrified her even more. Ana had been so kind to her and she did not want to leave the woman that had put a roof over her head, even if it was a whore house roof. So she had stayed and followed Ana's every instructions and orders.

In the beginning she was to do servant work. Cleaning the hallways of any grime that was spotted and run errands for Ana anytime there was one. Around the age of thirteen, she started her training on pleasuring men. At the exact age of fifteen, she had her first client and lost her innocence and since then, she has been pleasuring men for money.

After her first client, Alina had felt dirty but Ana had reassured her that she was proud of her on making much money for her. Alina would continue this life style just to make Ana happy, no matter how dirty she felt.

However, she did not have many men to have to pleasure. That from being the adopted daughter of Ana Kuya which had scared men on wanting to have any interaction with Alina with the thought of hurting her and being in the midst of Ana's wrath on damaging her precious child. And also that there were other girls' that were more beautiful than Alina was to be played around with.

Alina snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the door open and a burly man stepping in. She took a deep breath in and stood.

"How long are you gonna take, girly? I haven't got all day," the man stated to her and grabbed Alina and pushed her roughly on the bed.

Don't worry Alina, she will be happy after seeing how much money you have made after this, the voice in Alina's head said. Yeah, she'll be happy with me…

"Moi Soverennyi, your mother has asked me to tell you that she would like to see you at this moment," a servant bowed to the man that was reading a book in the library.

"Tell her that I am busy," the man said without much care and flipped the page of his book.

"Moi Soverennyi, please. Your mother would like to speak to you of something important." The servant said.

The man sighed and closed the book. "Fine, tell her I will be there in a moment." And with that, the servant left. The man ran a hand through his black locks and sighed once more. "What does she want this time, "he said to himself and made his way to his mother's office.

As he opened the door, he heard his mother talking on the telephone with someone. He quietly shut the door and took a seat across from her.

"Yes, I will have it sent to you as soon as possible. Yes, thank you. It is nice to see us in business together from now on. Goodbye." She hung up the phone and looked at her son.

"Aleksander."

"You have called me here for something more important than my reading? It better not be a waste of my time," the man, Aleksander, said.

"I need you to run an errand for me over in Keremzin. A business partner of ours is having a meeting and sadly I cannot make it. So I will need you to go in place of me and confirm the deal," his mother said.

"How long will I be gone?" Aleksander asked as he crossed his arms. It wasn't like he didn't like doing errands for his mother but the thought of leaving his mother alone made him uncomfortable. When she had gone outside the city to do business deals, she always took him but now that she is making him go himself stirred something in him.

"A couple of weeks at best but depending on what happens, it could be longer."

"What will you be doing?"

"I have to watch over the business."

"Bullshit. What are you not telling me?" Aleksander stared straight into his mother's eyes. He saw something, a secret of some sorts, that crossed her eyes.

His mother sighed. "It isn't long that you will be taking over once I am gone and it seems that that moment will be coming soon."

"What do you mean soon?" Aleksander questioned, sitting straighter in the chair.

"My time is coming, my son, and you have to be prepared to take over no matter what." His mother folded her hands together on her desk.

It was obvious that the head of the Morozava business, Baghra Morozova, in Os Alta was getting older. The gray streaks in her hair emphasizing her age. Even so, she still had the sharp eye and tongue when it came to business, but no one was invincible to age and time. Aleksander could see the wrinkles that started to appear on her tanned face and the dark eye bags that hung like sacks.

"Will you be okay by yourself here?" he asked her.

"Of course I will be, boy." She replied but gave a small smile.

"Madraya," he said.

"Aleksander, I will be okay. If there is anything, you can call me," she reassured him.

Even if the two had problems with each other from time to time, it did not cut the love that the two had. The love of a mother and son. She was all he had in his life. A father that wasn't in the picture; that had ran away after finding out that the women he had tumbled with was pregnant with him. He swore that he would protect her and be there for her.

"If you say so. But if anything happens, call me right away and I will be back here as fast as I can," Aleksander reached to cup her bony hands into his slender ones.

"Of course."

"When do I leave than?"

"In two days. I suggest you go pack your things right now while I assign who is to go with you," his mother patted her son's cheek.

"All right." He said and left his mother.

Alina watched in the mirror as the man buttoned up the last button on his shirt and then threw a tied condom in the small trash bin by the door. He gave a glance at her and dug into his pockets.

"Here, you've earned it." He said and tossed her a rolled stack of money. She turned around in time to catch the small thing and held it close to her. "It's nice doing business with you." He headed for the door but Alina caught the small gold ring that he secretly slipped back on his left ring finger. A shudder went down her spine. It always bothered the fact that some of the men that she had slept with were married but she could not do anything about it.

She stood up and leaned her head against the wall and slid down it. Alina had always done this after every client she had. She took in deep breaths and let them out slowly. It's to make her happy…

After her little episode, Alina tugged her silk robe tighter to her body and went to find Ana. Her feet echoed down the long hallway that was lined with doors of others that were busy with their own clients. She was glad that the walls were packed thick so she couldn't hear much from inside the rooms.

Alina jumped at the sound of a door opening with a bang and a girl that was slightly taller than her looked down the hallway; her red hair sashaying as she moved her head around.

"Genya," Alina said and the girl, Genya, looked at her with a surprised look.

"Alina." Genya went up to Alina and hugged her. "What are you up to?"

"I think that's my question to ask," Alina smiled as she pulled back to look at her best friend.

Genya was the number one girl that was frequently booked with clients. She was beautiful; everything about her was beautiful. From her striking red hair to her bright amber eyes to her body that girls would die for. But even so, it didn't benefit the girl at all. She was just a trophy that men wanted to claim. Genya was the first friend that she had ever made when she entered the house. Even though Genya was a few years older than her, the two had become close. At first, Alina was afraid of the girl who was always excited about something and smiled nonstop but over time they had gotten to know each other and eventually work together.

"I'm just seeing if my schedules clear for today," Genya answered and, once more, looked down the hallway at the blackboard with every girl's name and schedules. She sighed, "I thought this one was my last one but I have another one coming in at seven. Why can't Ana close early today? It's not like closing early will get her killed or something. She needs to understand that I personally need some more beauty sleep."

Alina laughed, "I don't think she'll ever understand, Genya."

"You're right on that. The old hag doesn't even do anything but sit all day maybe take a shot from time to time too." Genya sneered. She couldn't blame for how Genya felt about Ana. In a way, Genya was forced to be here. She was a servant at the Lantsov mansion until the man that was in charge of the Lantsov family sold her off to the whore house for a large amount of money.

"Are you sure you're not just out here to see if David stopped by again?" Alina questioned her best friend with a smirk. She watched as Genya blushed and turned away.

"It's not my fault that the electricity here is shitty and always need to be fixed by him. But even so, he is nice to look at," Genya softly said.

"Yeah, if you're into guys with shaggy hair and only talks about anything that deals with science," Alina fired back. David was an engineer that stopped by frequently to fix the electricity whenever it started to act up. But even with his downplayed looks, he caught the eye of her beautiful best friend.

"Don't get me started on how I want him to talk nerdy to me," Genya said as she fanned herself.

Alina scoffed, "As much as I like to imagine that, I have to see Ana."

Genya made a face but then nodded, "Okay, I'll see you tonight." With that Genya returned to her room and Alina walked to Ana's office.

When Alina arrived in front of the doors, she gave two rapid knocks and waited. The door opened and Ana smiled as she saw her precious daughter. She gestured her to come in and sit down.

"Alina, how was your client?" Ana asked as she sat next to Alina on the leather couch.

"The same like any other clients," Alina replied and held out the rolled money. Ana's eyes lit up and took the money from her hand.

"Good girl," she said and patted Alina on the top of her head. Alina smiled at the praise she got. "I think this is the best you've done so far."

"Thank you." Alina looked up and saw that her adoptive mother's eye weren't focused on her but on the money. She frowned but if the money made her happy than Ana could look at the money all she wanted.

"No, my dear, thank you," Ana caressed Alina's face. For some reason, the look on Ana's face sent shivers through her body but Alina pushed them away and smiled.

Sorry if it's not that interesting but it will in later chapters hopefully. I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter and look forward for more.