She couldn't stand it anymore. The sick twisted look that he had on his face made her realize how mad and crazy he was. She needed to get out. Escape as soon as she possibly could: but how? That question had clouded her mind for years. All the time she was there, she was trying to find the answers, a way out, or anything to help her.

The poor girl couldn't do everything on her own. She needed someone, anyone to help her. But she had no one. She didn't have a soul to talk to, or anyone to help her when she was hurt. Dealing with all of this stuff on her own had driven her to become crazy, but what else could she do?

She couldn't leave. The girl was only 16. Besides, where would she go? She's never spoken to anyone outside of these walls. Jack was all she had. She had no one else to go to.

…She had nothing…

The office seemed a bit less busy than usual. Camille sat across from Jack, filing her nails. She was wearing a short pink skirt, high heels, and a white tank top. She looked bored, from the expression she had on, but she really wasn't. She was scared. Her nails were so short from her filing them that one of them actually begun to bleed. She licked her finger, and held it. The pain she felt from Jack was much worse than her bleeding nail, much worse. She looked over at Jack, who was working on a bunch of paper work for his meeting. He didn't even care to acknowledge her being there, but she knew that he was watching her. The girl felt like a puppet around the man, she was always being told what to do by him. If she did even the slightest thing wrong, he would make her pay for it. He would do things to her…terrible, terrible things.

She shook her head, trying to shake the memory of yesterday away. As much as she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about what happened. Her back still stung from when he threw her onto the ground, and he…she couldn't even bare to think of it another minute.

She tried concentrating her mind on her fingernails. She never liked the idea of being girly, but anything to distract her mind would be good. Still, she did think they looked good. Even if one was cut badly…she could fix it. I mean, he had bandages around somewhere. Then all of the rest of her nails would look pretty, and no one could see how damaged the other nail really was.

Damaged…Camille thought. Those thoughts made her think about her. She was so beautiful on the outside, but skin deep…she was hurt. Skin deep, she had wounds so bad that nobody could fix, nobody would even care to fix. Absolutely no one knew what kind of pain she had suffered all her life by Jack, by her parents, by everyone. She's been abused, left alone in the streets, abandoned by her own family, and cheated on by the one man that she couldn't bare to live without. She was such a wreck on the inside.

She was everybody's fool.

The makeup she wore was a mask. She hid her real face from the world, the face that Jack destroyed and created into this fake person. Every time she looked in the mirror, she couldn't recognize the face on the other side. It's like she was seeing a different person. Jack turned her into the one thing she couldn't believe. He changed her into a thief, a whore, and a liar.

But she knew nothing else to do. He was her father, her boss, he taught her how to be the way she was.

Jack turned over in his seat and looked at her. "Camille, my dearest. Look at me."

She turned her head toward him without hesitating, almost robotically.

"I need you to do me a favor, sweet heart." He smirked creepily as he spoke, clearing his throat." I need you to steal something for me.

"Steal what? Like exactly?" She muttered.

"A diamond for one of my inventions. You…now being able to use your little new shape shifting ability to get it for me!"

The surgery that you forced me to get…the one that made my father disinherit me.

"Okay." She nods, and then goes to walk out of the room. Then Jack gets up and pulls her close to him.

"And remember." He mutters low enough for her to hear. "If you tell anyone that I raped you, you're going to die. A very slow, and…painful death it will be."

She ran out of the room, scared for her life.

Running to go get the diamond for Jack, to please him so she doesn't get hurt anymore.