A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter to get out, but my Beta Reader's Computer crashed so I had to wait. And this Chapter doesn't really bring the story anywhere, but it was needed to tell about the Mansion and what it is.

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Chapter 7: Tears of Blood

Nicole's POV

After we entered the Mansion we were shown to a bedroom, actually it was more like a small bunkroom. There were 6 beds in all, but only two girls were staying in the room at the moment: Echo and Stitch.

Echo, she's about seventeen years old, is the shyest. She simply sits in a corner all day until she is called to the Hunter's office. I think she's only said two words to me since I met her, "be careful". She's got long midnight black hair, and beautiful green eyes. Her skin is light, and she reminds me of a porcelain doll. I think she's Irish.

Then there's Stitch. She is so different from Echo. She's got light brown hair that reaches her shoulders and is slightly curled at the ends. Her eyes are a bright blue, and her skin is a natural tan. She's the perfect beauty queen. She also gets called to Hunter's office every now and then, but when she's here, in the room, she sits on her bed mumbling to herself. When I tried to ask her what she was saying one night she simply snapped at me that it was none of my business.

Then there are the two newest girls. They came here about two weeks after me and Anya's arrival. Their names are Raven and Gidge (although she prefers to be called Hops). Raven has black hair that reaches her waist, perhaps that is where she got her name. Her eyes are blue, and her skin is light, but her build is stocky and she looks likes Brooklyn material.

Gidge, or Hops, has blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back, and blue eyes. Her skin is fair, and her figure is thin and tall; the perfect picture of an Aryan.

It wasn't until after Raven and Hops had been with us for three days that Anya was called to The Hunter's office. She was gone all night. I know because I'd stayed up waiting for her, and when she came back she looked at me with glazed over eyes and said, "Whatever you do Nicole, don't go to His office", then she turned and went to her bed. The next night it was my turn. The man came and called my name. I silently stood and followed him out the door. Just before I left I looked behind me and will be forever haunted by the sorrowful looks that I saw on the faces of Anya, Echo, and Stitch.

I cautiously followed the man, whoever he was, to Hunter's office, and was pushed in when we got there. I stumbled, but caught myself. Looking around I saw dark blood red walls with the same color curtains. In one corner was a nice red chair, and next to it was a contraption that looked almost like an exercising machine. Across from me was a pure white bed, with white sheets, and blood red pillows in the shape of droplets. All in all it looked like a nice BEDROOM. It wasn't an office at all, and suddenly I realized what the Hunter intended to happen. I turned to run for the door, but ran straight into the Hunter himself. He'd been waiting for me! Oh God! This was not happening to me!

"Going somewhere, my little virgin?"

I choked at the sound of his serpentine voice, and shivers of repulsion ran down my spine. I looked into his disgusting face, glaring as hard as I could.

"I ain't yer virgin, an' yes, I was planning on goin' somewheres."

The Hunter reached out and traced my cheek with his finger. "No my little whore. You are not going anywhere. You will live here, with me, until you die." Then he drew my face to his, and pressed upon my lips a vulgar kiss. "The day you die, will be the day you defy." He warned. The rest of what happened that night should not be written down. It should be lost from all memory, but to me, it is a daily nightmare. In the eyes of any malicious man I can see him, and in the gesture of any guy towards me, I can see him, but my most constant reminder is her. My baby: Hadassah.

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Again, this chapter is a little short, but that's just the way it is. Deal with it.

Thanks to Legs for using me in her story and giving me a lot of attention.

Thanks to Singer for everything (you know what I'm talking about) ;)